phrasis. I should have at once gone in medias res; but my tale required the preface of my character to be intelligible. I have given it to you, and will proceed.

The leading feature of my character, romance, carried me to sea. I had read of the boundless expanse of ocean, its glassy surface, its mountain waves. Poets had sung of its moonlight solitude, and I resolved to revel in the enjoyments which prose and poesy had united in celebrating. My adieus to things at home, animate and inanimate, were soon said, sighed and wept, and in the spring of 182— I embarked on board a stout brig for Smyrna.

Who that has once slept upon the bosom of the great deep, rocked to slumber by the awful lullaby of the unchained winds sporting in their might, before aroused in anger to its full exertion; who that has sat upon the deck, felt the soft fresh breeze of midnight on his cheek, heard the lively dash of the waves before the prow, seen the round moon creeping through the unclouded heavens in her noiseless path, no human forms visible but the unmoving figures of the helmsman and the watch; who that has ever floated on the dividing line between the two eternities of water and of sky, has not found all description faint and powerless to express

'The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play
That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way.'

* I realized on the ocean all and more than I had anticipated, and I dreamed away day after day of our sunny passage until we came to the entrance of the Mediterranean. As Gibraltar slowly rose out of the sea, the breeze freshened to a gale, the courses were clewed up, and we dashed rapidly past the rocky fortress and directed our course towards Smyrna. I was now in the sphere of classic recollections, and the listless inactivity of the preceding part of the voyage from America was changed to a state of constant excitement. At last I was safely landed in Smyrna. I was thrown again into the crowd of my fellow men, and again endeavoured to drag down my faculties from their unreal world to the transaction of every day business. The Turks, their looks, their clothes, and their customs for a time afforded me amusement; but the novelty soon wore off, and I relapsed into my usual feelings. I had become a member of a mess composed of English and Americans, and one Frenchman. This last was worth all the rest. He was an enthusiast-an active energetic enthusiast; not a mere talking dreamer like myself. It is astonishing how well we suited each other. He was the master spirit for a time, and until I discovered that I was the creature of his impulses and not of my own. No matter how dull and listless a man may be; the veriest fool is no exception; let him be convinced that he acts from the impulses of another, and let him think that the world knows it; and he at once becomes roused,

if a fool, to dogged resistance, if of a generous spirit, to emulation. The latter case was mine, and I soon equalled the Frenchman in activity. But, as usual, the change was too sudden to continue long, and I might have relapsed, when Laroque proposed we should visit Greece, then struggling single-handed for freedom. What an idea for the imaginative, as well as the active enthusiast! It was difficult to say who adopted the suggestion with the greatest eagerness, Laroque or myself,-it was no sooner mentioned, than we made up our minds, and determined to proceed at once to Missolonghi, where Lord Byron then was.—Reader, the feelings of the week after this time created a paradise on earth. I was about to join the Childe in emancipating the land, which his genius had made even more celebrated. Greece, the resting place of sages and heroes! but, why fatigue you with rhapsodies? Laroque and myself after some delay obtained a passage for Missolonghi, and commenced the adventure which is the more immediate subject of the present narrative.

Our Palinurus deserved the fate of his predecessor of celebrated memory; for he was an ignorant dog, more so than the Greeks usually are, who pretend to know any thing at all of navigation. Instead of consulting the compass, keeping a bright lookout, trimming the sails well, and relying somewhat more upon the stanchness of his bark and the energy and activity of his crew, the captain was eternally crossing

himself before a small image in the forward part of his vessel, and the sailors were gambling and swearing instead of attending to their duty. The consequences were as might be expected. We were wrecked. A heavy gale came on; but one, which the boat and the crew could have easily weathered if things had been properly managed. The captain went to prayers. The crew did their best, but there was no one on board qualified to direct their labours. I tried, and so did Laroque; but they could not understand us, or would not, and at all events did not mind us; and we had the satisfaction of being wrecked, without loss of lives, not even the captain was drowned, on the coast of Albania. It was a sad sight to behold the great waves curling over us, as we lay upon the rock where we first struck, our masts floating alongside, and the vessel half filled with water. One wave, larger than the rest, at last raised us up, carried us over the rock, and for a few minutes we floated within it; then, hurried nearer to the shore, we struck violently upon the sand, and after a few shocks remained stationary. I well remember, that throughout the whole scene of the shipwreck, I was calm and collected, and as much of a matter of fact being as any one about me. Laroque himself remarked, and confessed, subsequently, that the increased deference, which I afterwards observed in his manner, proceeded from a more creditable exhibition of my character, than he had ever before witnessed.

Our vessel was a complete wreck: but the captain appeared to be more grieved at the loss of the little image, which had been swept over-board, along with its accompanying and extinguished candle, than at the ruin of his fortunes. Laroque and myself had but little baggage. Knights errant in the cause of liberty, what was necessary for us to carry, but our own good swords, willing hearts and ready hands? These we saved as a matter of course with our lives; and fortunately we preserved all the more vulgar appliances of comfort which we had brought from Smyrna.

To assail a wearied man were shame,
And stranger is a holy name.'

So thought the Suliots, among whom we now found ourselves. They took us into their dwellings. They divided among us their scanty fare. The produce of their hills was ours, and the recompense which we offered, was with difficulty forced upon our entertainers. I here found nothing to abate my feelings towards Greece, and both Laroque and myself indulged in the fondest hopes of her ultimate emancipation and independence. There was a deep feeling of injury among the Suliots, that made them all active partisans in the war then waging against the Turks. Marco Bozzaris was still alive, and many a time and oft was his name mentioned with glistening eyes by his countrymen. How I envied him one day, when