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How view the column of ascending flames
Shake his red shadow o'er the startled Thames ?
Nay, frown not, Albion! for the torch was thine
That lit such pyres from Tagus to the Rhine:

!!) The beautiful but barren Hymettus, the whole coast of Attica, her hills and mountains, Pentelicus, Anchesmus, Philopappus, etc. etc. are in themselves poetical; and would be so if the name of Athens, of Athenians, and her very ruins, were swept from the earth. But am I to be told that the 'sature' of Attica would be more poetical without the art of the Acropolis? of the Temple of Theseus? and of the still all Greek and glorious monuments of her exquisitely artificial genius? Ask the traveller what strikes him as most poetical, the Parthenon, or the rock on which it stands? The cOLUMNS of Cape Colonna, or the Cape itself? The rocks at the foot of it, or the recollection that Fal

Now should they burst on thy devoted coast,
Go, ask thy bosom who deserves them most.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life,
And she who raised, in vain regrets, the strife."(1)

coner's ship was bulged upon them? There are a thousand rocks and capes far more picturesque than those of the Acropolis and Cape Sunium in themselves. But it is the 'art,' the columns, the temples, the wrecked vessel, which give them their antique and their modern poetry, and not the spots themselves. I opposed, and will ever oppose, the robbery of ruins from Athens, to instruct the English in sculpture; but why did I do so? The ruins are as poetical in Piccadilly as they were in the Parthenon; but the Parthenon and its rock are less so without them. Such is the

poetry of art." B. Letters, 1821.-L. E.

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TO THE PUBLISHER.

SIR,-I am a country gentleman of a midland county. I might have been a parliament-man for a certain borough; having had the offer of as many votes as General T. at the general election in 18:2.(2) But I was all for domestic happiness; as, fifteen years ago, on a visit to Loudon, I married a middle-aged maid of honour. We lived happily at Hornem Hall till last season, when my wife and I were invited by the Countess of Waltzaway (a distant relation of my spouse) to pass the winter in town. Thinking no barm, and our girls being come to a marriageable (or, as they call it, marketable) age, and having besides a Chancery suit inveterately entailed upon the family estate, we came up in our old chariot, of which, by the by, my wife grew so much ashamed in less than a week, that I was obliged to buy a second-hand barouche, of which I might mount the box, Mrs. H. says, if I could drive, but never see the inside-that place being reserved for the Honourable Augustus Tiptoe, her partner-general and opera-knight. Hearing great praises of Mrs. H.'s.dancing (she was famous for birthnight minuets in the latter end of the last rentary), I unbooted, and went to a ball at the Countess's, expecting to see a country dance, or, at most,

(I) This trifle was written at Cheltenham, in the autumn 1812, and published anonymously in the spring of the lowing year. It was not very well received at the time the public; and the author was by no means anxious that it should be considered as his handiwork. "I hear," he says, in a letter to a friend, "that a certain malicious publication on waltzing is attributed to me. This report, suppose, you will take care to contradict; as the author, am sure, will not like that I should wear his cap and hello"-L. E.

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cotillions, reels, and all the old paces to the newest But judge of my surprise, on arriving, to see poor dear Mrs. Hornem with her arms half round the loins of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never set eyes on before; and his, to say truth, rather more than half round her waist, turning round, and round, and round, to a dd see-saw up-and-down sort of tune, that reminded me of the "Black joke," only more "affettuoso," till it made me quite giddy with wondering they were not so. By-and-by they stopped a bit, and I thought they would sit or fall down:but no; with Mrs. H.'s hand on his shoulder, “quam familiariter" (3) (as Terence said, when I was at school), they walked about a minute, and then at it again, like two cockchafers spitted on the same bodkin. I asked what all this meant, when, with a loud laugh, a child no older than our Wilhelmina (a name I never heard but in the Vicar of Wakefield, though her mother would call her after the Princess of Swappenbach;) said, "Lord! Mr. Hornem, can't you see they are valtzing?" or waltzing (I forget which); and then up she got, and her mother and sister, and away they went, and round-abouted it till supper-time. Now, that I know what it is, I like it of all things, and so does Mrs. H. (though I have broken my shins, and four times overturned Mrs. Hornem's maid, in practising the preliminary steps in a morning). Indeed,

(2) State of the poll (last day), 5.

(3) My Latin is all forgotten, if a man can be said to have forgotten what he never remembered; but I bought my title-page motto of a Catholic priest for a three-shilling bank token, after much haggling for the even sixpence. 1 grudged the money to a papist, being all for the memory of Perceval and "No popery," and quite regretting the downfall of the pope, because we can't burn him any

more.

so much do I like it, that having a turn for rhyme, tastily displayed in some election ballads, and songs in honour of all the victories (but till lately I have had little practice in that way), I sat down, and with the aid of William Fitzgerald, Esq., (1) and a few hints from Dr. Busby, (2) (whose recitations I attend, and am monstrous fond of Master Busby's manner of delivering his father's late successful Drury Lane Address), I composed the following hymn, wherewithal to make my sentiments known to the public; whom, nevertheless, I heartily depise, as well as the critics. I am, Sir, yours, etc. etc. HORACE HORNEM.

THE WALTZ.

MUSE of the many-twinkling feet! (3) whose charms
Are now extended up from legs to arms;
Terpsichore!-too long misdeem'd a maid-
Reproachful term-bestow'd but to upbraid—
Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,
The least a vestal of the virgin Nine.

Far be from thee and thine the name of prude;
Mock'd, yet triumphant; sneer'd at, unsubdued;
Thy legs must move to conquer as they fly,
If but thy coats are reasonably high;
Thy breast-if bare enough-requires no shield;
Dance forth-sans armour thou shalt take the field,
And own-impregnable to most assaults,
Thy not too lawfully-begotten "Waltz.”

Hail, nimble nymph! to whom the young hussar,
The whisker'd votary of waltz and war,
His night devotes, despite of spur and boots;
A sight unmatch'd since Orpheus and his brutes:
Hail, spirit-stirring Waltz!-beneath whose banners
A modern hero fought for modish manners;
On Hounslow's heath to rival Wellesley's (4) fame,
Cock'd-fired—and miss'd his man-but gain'd his
aim;

Hail, moving Muse! to whom the fair one's breast Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest.

(1) See antè, p. 49.—P. E.

(2) See Rejected Addresses.-L. E.

(3) "Glance their many-twinkling feet."-Gray.

To rival Lord Wellesley's, or his nephew's, as the reader pleases :-the one gained a pretty woman, whom he deserved, by fighting for; and the other has been fighting in the Peninsula many a long day, "by Shrewsbury clock," without gaining any thing in that country but the title of "the Great Lord," and "the Lord;" which savours of profanation, having been hitherto applied only to that Being to whom "Te Deums" for carnage are the rankest blasphemy. It is to be presumed the General will one day return to his Sabine farm; there

"To tame the genius of the stubborn plain,
Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain!"

The Lord Peterborough conquered continents in a summer; we do more we contrive both to conquer and lose them in a shorter season. If the "great Lord's" Cincinnatian progress in agriculture be no speedier than the proportional average of time in Pope's couplet, it will, according to the farmer's proverb, be "ploughing with dogs."

By the by-one of this illustrious person's new titles is forgotten it is, however, worth remembering-" Salvador del mundo" credite posteri! If this be the appellation annexed by the inhabitants of the Peninsula to the name of a man who has not yet saved them-query-are they worth saving, even in this world? for, according to the mildest

Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz,
The latter's loyalty, the former's wits,
To "energise the object I pursue," (5)
And give both Belial and his dance their due!

Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
Long be thine import from all duty free,
And hock itself be less esteem'd than thee;
In some few qualities alike-for hock
Improves our cellar-thou our living stock.
The head to hock belongs-thy subtler art
Intoxicates alone the heedless heart:
Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims,
And wakes to wantonness the willing limbs.

Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe,
As heaven-born Pitt can testify below,
Ere cursed Confederation made thee France's,
And only left us thy d-d debts and dances!
Of subsidies and Hanover bereft,

We bless thee still-for George the Third is left!
Of kings the best-and last, not least in worth,
For graciously begetting George the Fourth.
To Germany, and highnesses serene,

Who owe us millions-don't we owe the queen?
To Germany, what owe we not besides?
So oft bestowing Brunswickers and brides;
Who paid for vulgar with her royal blood,
Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud:
Who sent us--so be pardon'd all her faults
A dozen dukes, some kings, a queen—and Waltz.

But peace to her-her emperor and diet,
Though now transferr'd to Buonaparte's "fiat!"
Back to my theme-O Muse of motion! say,
How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way?

Borne on the breath of hyperborean gales, From Hamburg's port (while Hamburg yet had mails), Ere yet unlucky Fame-compell'd to creep To snowy Gottenburg-was chill'd to sleep; Or, starting from her slumbers, deign'd arise, Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies; While unburnt Moscow (6) yet had news to send, Nor owed her fiery exit to a friend,

modifications of any Christian creed, these three word make the odds much against them in the next.-"Saviour of the world," quotha!-it were to be wished that he, or any one else, could save a corner of it-his country. Yet this stupid misnomer, although it shows the near connection between superstition and impiety, so far has its use, that it proves there can be little to dread from those Catholics in quisitorial Catholics too) who can confer such an appella tion on a Protestant. I suppose next year he will be en titled the "Virgin Mary:" if so, Lord George Gordon hin self would have nothing to object to such liberal bastards of our Lady of Babylon.

(5) Among the addresses sent into the Drury Lane Com mittee (see antè, p. 49) was one by Dr. Busby, which began by asking

"When energising objects men pursue,

What are the prodigies they cannot do?"--L. E. (6) The patriotic arson of our amiable allies cannot be sufficiently commended- nor subscribed for. Amongst other details omitted in the various despatches of our eloquent ambassador, he did not state (being too much occupied with the exploits of Colonel C, in swimming rivers frozen, and galloping over roads impassable), that one entire pro vince perished by famine in the most melancholy manner, as follows:-In General Rostopchin's consummate conda gration, the consumption of tallow and train oil was so great that the market was inadequate to the demand: and thes

She came Waltz came-and with her certain sets
Of true despatches, and as true gazettes;
Then flamed of Austerlitz the blest despatch,
Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match;
And almost crush'd beneath the glorious news--
Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue's;
One envoy's letters, six composers' airs,

And loads from Frankfort and from Leipsic fairs;
Meiner's four volumes upon womankind,
Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind;
Brunck's heaviest tome for ballast, and, to back it,
Of Heyné, such as should not sink the packet.

Fraught with this cargo-and her fairest freight,
Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a mate,
The welcome vessel reach'd the genial strand,
And round her flock'd the daughters of the land.
Not decent David, when, before the ark,
His grand pas-seul excited some remark;
Not love-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought
The knight's fandango friskier than it ought;
Not soft Herodias, when, with winning tread,
Her nimble feet danced off another's head;
Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck,
Display'd so much of leg, or more of neck,
Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon
Bebeld thee twirling to a Saxon tune!

To you, ye husbands of ten years! whose brows Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; To you of nine years less, who only bear The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear, With added ornaments around them roll'd Of native brass, or law-awarded gold; To you, ye matrons, ever on the watch To mar a son's, or make a daughter's, match; To you, ye children of whom chance accordsAlways the ladies, and sometimes their lords; To you, ye single gentlemen, who seek Torments for life, or pleasures for a week; As love or Hymen your endeavours guide, To gain your own, or snatch another's bride;To one and all the lovely stranger came, And every ball-room echoes with her name.

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Endearing Waltz!-to thy more melting tune Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon. Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance, Your future claims to each fantastic toe! Waltz-Waltz alone-both legs and arms demands, Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands;

one hundred and thirty-three thousand persons were starved to death, by being reduced to wholesome diet! The lampFighters of London have since subscribed a pint (of oil) a piece, and the tallow-chandlers have unanimously voted a antity of best moulds (four to the pound), to the relief of the surviving Scythians;-the scarcity will soon, by such exertions, and a proper attention to the quality rather than the quantity of provision, be totally alleviated. It is said, return, that the untouched Ukraine has subscribed sixty housand beeves for a day's meal to our suffering manufacturers.

gratis.

Dancing-girls-who do for hire what Waltz doth

2) It cannot be complained now, as in the Lady Baus sere's time, of the Sieur de la Croix," that there be "no whiskers," but how far these are indications of valour in the field, or elsewhere, may still be questionable. Much may be, and hath been, avouched on both sides. In the den time philosophers had whiskers, and soldiers noneScipio himself was shaven-Hannibal thought his one eye

Hands which may freely range in public sight
Where ne'er before-but-pray "put out the light."
Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier
Shines much too far or I am much too near;
And true, though strange-Waltz whispers this remark,
"My slippery steps are safest in the dark!"
But here the Muse with due decorum halts,
And lends her longest petticoat to Waltz.

Observant travellers of every time!
Ye quartos publish'd upon every clime!
O say, shall dull Romaika's heavy round,
Fandango's wriggle, or Bolero's bound;
Can Egypt's Almas (1)—tantalizing group-
Columbia's caperers to the warlike whoop-
Can aught from cold Kamschatka to Cape Horn
With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be borne?
Ah, no! from Morier's pages down to Galt's,
Each tourist pens a paragraph for Waltz.

Shades of those belles whose reign began of yore,
With George the Third's-and ended long before!--
Though in your daughters' daughters yet you thrive,
Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive!
Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host:
Fool's Paradise is dull to that you lost.
No treacherous powder bids conjecture quake;
No stiff-starch'd stays make meddling fingers ache;
(Transferr❜d to those ambiguous things that ape
Goats in their visage, (2) women in their shape;)
No damsel faints when rather closely press'd,
But more caressing seems when most caress'd;
Superfluous hartshorn, and reviving salts,
Both banish'd by the sovereign cordial Waltz.

Seductive Waltz!-though on thy native shore
Even Werter's self proclaim'd thee half a whore;
Werter-to decent vice though much inclined,
Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blind-
Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Staël,
Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball;
The fashion hails-from countesses to queens,
And maids and valets waltz behind the scenes:
Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads,
And turns-if nothing else—at least our heads;
With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce,
And cockneys practise what they can't pronounce.
Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts,
And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of Waltz!

Blest was the time Waltz chose for her début; The court, the Regent, like herself were new; (3)

handsome enough without a beard; but Adrian, the emperor, wore a beard (having warts on his chin, which neither the Empress Sabina nor even the courtiers could abide)-Turenne had whiskers, Marlborough none-Buonaparte is unwhiskered, the Regent whiskered; "argal" greatness of mind and whiskers may or may not go together: but certainly the different occurrences, since the growth of the last mentioned, go further in behalf of whiskers than the anathema of Anselm did against long hair in the reign of Henry 1.-Formerly red was a favourite colour. See Lodowick Barrey's comedy of Ram Alley, 1661; Act I.

Scene I.

"Taffeta. Now for a wager-What coloured beard comes next by the window?

"Adriana. A black man's, I think.

"Taffeta. I think not so: I think a red, for that is most in fashion."

There is "nothing new under the sun;" but red, then a favourite, has now subsided into a favourite's colour. (3) An anachronism - Waltz and the battle of Austerlitz

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New face for friends, for foes some new rewards;
New ornaments for black and royal guards;
New laws to hang the rogues that roar'd for bread;
New coins (most new) (1) to follow those that fled;
New victories--nor can we prize them less,
Though Jenky wonders at his own success;
New wars, because the old succeed so well,
That most survivors envy those who fell;
New mistresses-no, old-and yet 'tis true,
Though they be old, the thing is something new;
Each new, quite new-(except some ancient tricks), (2)
New white-sticks, gold-sticks, broom-sticks, all new
With vests or ribands-deck'd alike in hue,
New troopers strut, new turncoats blush in blue:
So saith the Muse: my- -(3), what say you?
Such was the time when Waltz might best maintain
Her new preferments in this novel reign;
Such was the time, nor ever yet was such;
Hoops are no more, and petticoats not much;
Morals and minuets, virtue and her stays,
And tell-tale powder-all have had their days.
The ball begins-the honours of the house
First duly done by daughter or by spouse,
Some potentate-or royal or serene--
With Kent's gay grace, or sapient Gloster's mien,
Leads forth the ready dame, whose rising flush
Might once have been mistaken for a blush.
From where the garb just leaves the bosom free,
That spot where hearts (4) were once supposed to be;
Round all the confines of the yielded waist,
The strangest hand may wander undisplaced;
The lady's in return may grasp as much
As princely paunches offer to her touch.

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Pleased round the chalky floor how well they trip,
One hand reposing on the royal hip;
The other to the shoulder no less royal
Ascending with affection truly loyal!

Thus front to front the partners move or stand,
The foot may rest, but none withdraw the hand,
And all in turn may follow in their rank,
The Earl of Asterisk-and Lady Blank;
Sir Such-a-one-with those of fashion's host,
For whose blest surnames-vide Morning Post

are before said to have opened the ball together: the bard means (if he means anything), Waltz was not so much in vogue till the Regent attained the acmè of his popularity. Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the new government, illuminated heaven and earth, in all their glory, much about the same time: of these the comet only has disappeared; the other three continue to astonish us still.-Printer's Devil.

(1) Among others a new ninepence-a creditable coin now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fairest calculation.

(2) "Oh that right should thus overcome might!" Who does not remember the "delicate investigation" in the Merry Wives of Windsor?—

"Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect without cause, why then make sport of me; then let me be your jest; I deserve it. How now? whither bear you this?

"Mrs. Ford. What have you to do whither they bear it? -you were best meddle with buck-washing."

(3) The gentle, or ferocious, reader may fill up the blank as he pleases-there are several dissyllabic names at his service (being already in the Regent's): it would not be fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet, as every month will add to the list now entered for the sweepstakes: a distinguished consonant is said to be the favourite, much against the wishes of the knowing ones.

(4) "We have changed all that," says the Mock Doctor'tis all gone-Asmodeus knows where. After all, it is of

(Or if for that impartial print too late,
Search Doctors' Commons six months from my date)--
Thus all and each, in movement swift or slow,
The genial contact gently undergo;

Till some might marvel, with the modest Turk,
If "nothing follows all this palming work?" (5)
True, honest Mirza!-you may trust my rhyme-
Something does follow, at a fitter time;
The breast thus publicly resign'd to man,
In private may resist him-if it can.

Fitzpatrick, Sheridan, (6) and many more!
O ye who loved our grandmothers of yore,

And thou, my prince! whose sovereign taste and will
It is to love the lovely beldames still!

Thou ghost of Queensberry! whose judging sprite
Satan may spare to peep a single night,
Pronounce if ever in your days of bliss
Asmodeus struck so bright a stroke as this;

To teach the young ideas how to rise,
Flush in the cheek, and languish in the eyes;
Rush to the heart, and lighten through the frame,
With half-told wish and ill-dissembled flame,
For prurient nature still will storm the breast-
Who, tempted thus, can answer for the rest?

But ye who never felt a single thought For what our morals are to be, or ought; Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap, Say-would you make those beauties quite so cheap? Hot from the hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side, Where were the rapture then to clasp the form From this lewd grasp and lawless contact warm? At once love's most endearing thought resign, To press the hand so press'd by none but thine; To gaze upon that eye which never met Another's ardent look without regret; Approach the lip which all, without restraint, Come near enough-if not to touch-to taint; If such thou lovest-love her then no more, Or give like her-caresses to a score;

no great importance how women's hearts are disposed of; they have nature's privilege to distribute them as absurdly as possible. But there are also some men with hearts so thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those phenomena often mentioned in natural history; viz. a mass of solid stoneonly to be opened by force-and when divided, you discover a toad in the centre, lively, and with the reputation of being

venomous.

(5) In Turkey a pertinent, here an impertinent and superfluous, question-literally put, as in the text, by a Persian to Morier, on seeing a waltz in Pera.-Vide Morier's Travels.

(6) "I once heard Sheridan repeat, in a ball-room, some verses, which he had lately written on waltzing; and of which I remember the following:

With tranquil step, and timid, downcast glance.
Behold the well-pair'd couple now advance.
In such sweet posture our first parents moved,
While, hand in hand, through Eden's bowers they roved
Ere yet the Devil, with promise fine and false,
Turn'd their poor heads, and taught them how to waltz.
One hand grasps hers, the other holds her hip:

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For so the law 's laid down by Baron Trip'

This gentleman, whose name suits so aptly as a legal autherity on the subject of waltzing, was, at the time these verses were written, well known in the dancing circles.”—Moore. -L. E.

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AS A SLIGHT BUT MOST SINCERE TOKEN OF ADMIRATION FOR HIS GENIUS, RESPECT FOR HIS CHARACTER, AND GRATITUDE FOR HIS FRIENDSHIP,

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ADVERTISEMENT.

THE tale which these disjointed fragments present is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the "olden time," or because the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprise. The story, when entire, contained the adventures of a female slave, who was thrown, in the Mussulman

(1) The Giaour was published in May 1813, and abund antly sustained the impression created by the two first cantos of Childe Harold. It is obvious that in this, the first of his romantic narratives, Lord Byron's versification reflects the admiration he always avowed for Mr. Coleridge's Christabel,-the irregular rhythm of which had already been adopted in the Lay of the Last Minstrel. The fragmentary style of the composition was suggested by the then new and popular Columbus of Mr. Rogers. As to the subject, it was not merely by recent travel that the author had familiarized himself with Turkish history. "Old Knolles," he said at Missolonghi, a few weeks before his death, “was one of the first books that gave me pleasure when a child; and I believe it had much influence on my future wishes to visit the Levant, and gave, perhaps, the oriental colouring which is observed In my poetry." In the margin of his copy of Mr. D'Israeli's Essay on the Literary Character, we find the following note:-"Knolles, Cantemir, De Tott, Lady M. W. Montague, Hawkins's translation from Mignot's History of the Turks, the Arabian Nights-all travels or histories, or books upon the East, 1 could meet with, I had read, as well as Ricaut, before I was ten years old."-L. E.

2 Moore states that this motto, taken from one of the Irish Melodies, had been quoted incorrectly in the first editions of the poem. Byron subsequently made a similar mistake in the lines from Burns, prefixed to the Bride of Abydos.-P. E.

(3) An event, in which Lord Byron was personally concerned, undoubtedly supplied the groundwork of this tale; but for the story, so circumstantially put forth, of his having

manner, into the sea for infidelity, and avenged by a young Venetian, her lover, at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice, and soon after the Arnauts were beaten back from the Morea, which they had ravaged for some time subsequent to the Russian invasion. The desertion of the Mainotes, on being refused the plunder of Misitra, led to the abandonment of that enterprise, and to the desolation of the Morea, during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the Faithful.(3)

himself been the lover of this female slave, there is no foundation. The girl whose life the poet saved at Athens was not, we are assured by Sir John Hobhouse, an object of his Lordship's attachment, but of that of his Turkish servant. For the Marquis of Sligo's account of the affair, see Moore's Life.-L. E.

The following is Lord Byron's own version of the story, as reported in Medwin's Conversations. Whether the noble Bard was veracious, or, as might be inferred from the preceding note, merely indulged in the pastime of mystifying the gallant Captain, we leave it to others to deter. mine: When I was at Athens, there was an edict in force similar to that of Ali's, except that the mode of punishment was different. [Ali Pacha of Yanina issued an order that any Turkish female convicted of incontinence with a Christian should be stoned to death.] It was neces sary, therefore, that all love affairs should be carried on with the greatest privacy. I was very fond, at that time, of a Turkish girl,-ay, fond of her as I have been of few wo All went on very well till the Ramazan for forty days. During this Lent of the Mussulmans, the women are not allowed to quit their apartments. I was in despair, and could hardly contrive to get a cinder or a token-flower sent to express it. We had not met for several days, and all my thoughts were occupied in planning an assignation, when, as ill fate would have it, the means I took to effect it led to the discovery of our secret. The penalty was death -death without reprieve-a horrible death, at which one cannot think without shuddering. An order was issued for the law being put into immediate effect. In the mean time,

men.

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