deliverance by Murad Bey and a party of his brave Mamelukes, my captivity among the Coords,and the whole story of my residence and intrigues at Yanina, with the manner in which I baffled the vigilance of Ali, and returned in safety to my own country. On these occasions, glances were exchanged between us which spoke unutterable things; she viewed me at first with a feeling of fear, believing me to bear a charmed life; but frequent and familiar converse wore off this impression; we loved; she opened to me her whole guileless heart; and the affection of this beauteous Peri of the Isles served, like oil cast on the stormy waves, to soothe, if not to tranquillize, the agitations of my perturbed spirit. From the daughter of Foresti I learned the fatal secret that sent the Disdar to-hell!

A Turkish Seraskier had married a Greek lady, distantly related to the family of Foresti, and had for some time been an inhabitant of Athens. This Turk, more humanized than the sons of Othman, to whom ignorance and barbarism are as natural as the air they breathe, or the food they devour, was generally suspected to be a renegado Englishman, whom misfortune or crime had driven from his own country, and compelled to assume the turban, profess Islamism, and submit to the horrid rite of initiation, indispensable to a true believer. In his character, coldness, caution, and distrust were mixed up with great shrewdness, intelligence, observation, and knowledge of the world. He had made the

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usual pilgrimage to the Prophet's shrine at Mecca, and had acquired in consequence the title of Hadgee, with all the privileges belonging to the character of saint; to which, nevertheless, he appeared to have no very decided vocation, at least according to the Turkish acceptation of the term. He was believed to entertain a most heterodox fondness for the forbidden juice of the grape, was imprudently negligent of those outward observances which Islamism enjoins, and, in short, was regarded by the more rigid Moslemins as no better than a Giaour in his heart. But he was an officer of high reputation for skill and bravery; he had served with distinction in the Turkish armies on the Danube, and on the confines of Persia;—and he was known to be high in favour with some persons of great influence in the Divan. Hence he received every external mark of respect from those who inwardly detested him, and from none more than the Disdar, whom, in his turn, he most fervently abhorred,-a feeling in which his wife, for a reason of her own, very largely participated. In the confidence of the most unsuspecting friendship, the latter communicated to Zoë what I sain now to relate to you.

Lt. It is well known, that, at stated hours, the jealousy of Turkish husbands is so far relaxed, as to permit their wives to take the amusement of the bath, which is to them absolutely a necessary of life. Here, accordingly, they assemble in considerable numbers at a time,-talk over all the topics of scan

dal in which women delight to indulge when safe from eavesdropping and interruption, and while away a portion of their time in a manner which, to prisoners for life as they are, must possess the greatest attractions. The bath is, in fact, the Turkish Ladies' Coffee-house, whither they repair, as soon as they obtain permission from their husbands, with incredible eagerness and delight. I need not add, that while the ladies remain, the bath is inaccessible to any of the other sex, and that any attempt to penetrate that sacred place would awaken the fiercest jealousy of a jealous race, and subject the offender to the promptest and most dreadful vengeance.

In an unfortunate moment for himself, the Disdar Agà-a lewd and profligate man in regard to women -listened to the suggestions of his evil genius personified as the demon of curiosity;-bribed Haroun, the eunuch, who guarded the door of the bagnio during the time the ladies remained within ;-secreted himself in a dark corner, behind the pillars, feasting his unhallowed eyes, like another Actaeon, on the naked charms of many of " the fair of Greece;" -and at last retreated, unperceived by ally except the friend of Zoë, the Seraskier's wife. Alarmed for the consequences, though indignant at the insult, this lady anxiously concealed the circumstance from her husband; though, by way of unburthening her mind from a load intolerable to woman, she revealed

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the fatal secret to my young Peri, who, again, in a moment of passionate fondness, disclosed it to me.

I would have renounced the empire of the world, to possess the power over the destiny of the Disdar, which this secret conferred. At the same time I must admit, that I was at first a good deal sceptical as to the truth of the story, It was difficult to believe that a mere distempered curiosity could have led the miscreant to commit an act of such hazard and temerity, or that to gratify the sensuality of his soul, he would have exposed himself to be hacked in pieces by the sabres of the infuriated husbands whom he had dishonoured. But I soon learned that the cravings of lust are an overmatch even for the passion of fear.

Zoë had just been singing to me, with inimitable pathos and effect, the immortal lines of our own Callistratus, Εν μύρτου κλαδὶ τὸ ξίφος φορήσω, με το λ words which no Greek can hear without feeling unutterable emotions and deep breathings of spirit, that seem to speak to his soul with the voice of Heaven itself, and to instil into it splendid anticipations of the future deliverance, freedom, greatness, and renown of Greece. Is there even a Hyperborean heart that does not leap to the words,

Φίλταθ' 'Αρμόδι, ού τι ποὺ τέθνηκας·

Νήσοις δ ̓ ἐν μακάρων σε φασὶν εἶναι

Ιναπές ποδώκης ̓Αχιλλεὺς

Τυδείδην τε φασὶν Διομήδια,

or that does not respond, in prompt acquiescence, to the sublime prediction of the future and imperishable renown of the glorious tyrannicides-Au v xλéos Coastal xat" diar? -The lovely daughter of Foresti had just been singing to me this inspiriting strain, the melody of which thrilled in dying cadences in my ear, for some time after the voice of the sweet songstress was silent; I gazed for a moment in unspeakable rapture over the Peri form and heavenly graces of that pure being, whom an angel of light might have looked on admiringly, and wished to forego his immortality, and whose intoxicating numbers had steeped my senses in exstacy; and at length, with an effort which " the cold in clime" will not be able to imagine, I roused myself from this entranced dream of love, and bade the sweet one adieu-never to behold her more! Ye all-ruling powers of destiny! with what bitter ingredients have ye mingled to some the cup of life! But why should I linger over these bright moments of the past—these fitful gleams of broken sunshine in a long, dark, and troubled day? Let me be brief in description, as I was prompt

in action.

No sooner had I crossed the threshold of Foresti, than I instantly repaired to the place where I knew Haroun the eunuch was to be found. We had met before-in Constantinople-in circumstances which he was not likely ever to forget: a bowstring in the hands of one of the Kislar Aga's most expert operators is an occurrence not speedily erazed from the