New face for friends, for foes some new rewards; (Or is for that impartial print too late,
New ornaments for black and royal guards;

Search Doctors' Commons six months from my date)
New laws to hang the rogues that roar'd for bread; Thus all and each, in movement swift or slow,
New coins (most new) (1) to follow those that fled ; The genial contact gently undergo;
New victories--nor can we prize them less,

Till some might marvel, with the modest Turk," Though Jenky wonders at his own success;

If "nothing follows all this palming work?" (5) New wars, because the old succeed so well,

True, honest Mirza !---you may trust my rhyme That most survivors envy those who fell;

Something does follow, at a fitter time;
New mistresses-no, old—and yet 'tis true,

The breast thus publicly resign'd to man,
Though they be old, the thing is something new; In private may resist him-- if it can..
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, [sticks! |

Oye who loved our grandmothers of yore,

Fitzpatrick, Sheridan, (6) and many more! New troopers strut, new turncoats blush in blue: 0

And thou, my prince! whose sovereign taste and will So saith the Muse: my- (3), what say you?

It is to love the lovely beldames still! Such was the time when Waltz might best maintain

Thou ghost of Queensberry! whose judging sprite Her new preferments in this novel reign;

Satan may spare to peep a single night, Such was the time, nor ever yet was such;

Pronounce - if ever in your days of bliss Hoops are no more, and petticoats not much;

Asmodeus struck so bright a stroke as this; Morals and minuets, virtue and her stays,

To teach the young ideas how to rise, And tell-tale powder-all have had their days.

Flush in the cheek, and languish in the eyes; The ball begins- the honours of the house

Rush to the heart, and lighten through the frame, First duly done by daughter or by spouse,

With half-told wish and ill-dissembled flame, Some potentate-or royal or serene

For prurient nature still will storm the breastWith Kent's gay grace, or sapient Gloster's mien,

Who, tempted thns, can answer for the rest ?
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, But ye—who never felt a single thought
That spot where hearts (4) were once supposed to be; For what our morals are to be, or ought;
Round all the confines of the yielded waist,

Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap,
The strangest hand may wander undisplaced; Say-would you make those beauties quite so cheap?
The lady's in return may grasp as much

Hot from the hands promiscuously applied, As princely paunches offer to her touch.

Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side, Pleased round the chalky floor how well they trip, Where were the rapture then to clasp the form One hand reposing on the royal hip;

From this lewd grasp and lawless contact warm? The other to the shoulder no less royal

At once love's most endearing thought resign, Ascending with affection truly loyal !

To press the hand so press'd by none but thine; Thus front to front the partners move or stand, To gaze upon that eye which never met The foot may rest, but none withdraw the hand, Another's ardent look without regret; And all in tum may follow in their rank,

Approach the lip which all, without restraint, The Earl of Asterisk—and Lady Blank;

Come near enough-if not to touch-to taint; Sir Such-a-one-with those of fashion's host, If such thou lovest- love her then no more, For whose blest surnamesvide Morning Post Or give-like her-caresses to a score;

are before said to have opened the ball together: the bard no great importance how women's hearts are disposed of: means (if he means anything), Waltz was not so much in they have nature's privilege to distribute them as absordly vogue till the Regent attained the acme of his popularity. as possible. But there are also some men with hearts so Waltz, the comet, whiskers, and the new government, illu thoroughly bad, as to remind us of those phenomena oftea minated heaven and earth, in all their glory, much abont mentioned in natural history; viz. a mass of solid stone the same time: of these the comet only has disappeared ; only to be opened by force and when divided, you disearer the other three continue to astonish us still.-Printer's | a load in the centre, lively, and with the reputation of bring Devil.

venomous. (1) Among others a new ninepence- a creditable coin (5) In Turkey a pertinent, here an impertinent and super now forthcoming, worth a pound, in paper, at the fairést fuous, question-literally put, as in the text, by a Persian calculation.

to Morier, on seeing a waltz in Pera.--Vide Morier's (2) "Oh that right should thus overcome might! Who

Travels. does not remember the “delicate investigation" in the Merry (6) "1 once heard Sheridan repeat, in a ball-room, some Wives of Windsor

verses, which he had lately written on waltzing; and of “Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect without cause,

which I remember the following: why then make sport of me; then let me be your jest; I deserve it. How now? wbither bear you this?

• With tranquil step, and timid, downcast glance, “Mrs. Ford. What have you to do whither they bear it? Behold the well-pair'd couple now advance.

In such sweet posture our first parents moved, -you were best meddle with buck-washing."

While, hand in hand, throngh Eden's bowers they roved (3) The gentle, or ferocions, reader may fill up the blank Ere yet the Devil, with promise fine and false, as be pleases- there are several dissyllabic names at his

Turn'd their poor beads, and taught them how to waltz. service (being already in the Regent's): it would not be One hand grasps hers, the other holds her hip: fair to back any peculiar initial against the alphabet, as

For so the law 's laid down by Baron Trip every month will add to the list now entered for the sweepstakes:-a distinguished consonant is said to be the favour. This gentleman, whose name suits so aptly as a legal anthe ite, much against the wishes of the knowing ones.

rity on the subject of waltzing, was, at the time these verses, (4) « We have changed all that,” says the Mock Doctor were written, well known in the dancing circles.” — Moore. 't is all gone-Asmodeus knows where. After all, it is of --L.E.

Her mind with these is gone, and with it go
The little left behind it to bestow.

Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme?
Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme.
Terpsichore, forgive!-at every ball
My wife now waltzes—and my daughters shall;

My son—(or stop—'tis needless to inquire
These little accidents should ne'er transpire;
Some ages hence our genealogic tree
Will wear as green a bougl for him as me)
Waltzing shall rear, to make our name amends,
Grandsons for me-in heirs to all his friends.

The Giaour;(1)

* One fatal remembrance-one sorrow that throws

Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes-
To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring,
For which joy hath no balm--and affliction no sting." -Moore


This Production is Inscribed,

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| manner, into the sea for infidelity, and avenged by ADVERTISEMENT.

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 To tale which these disjointed fragments present Morea, which they had ravaged for some time subseis founded upon circumstances now less common in quent to the Russian invasion. The desertion of the 1 the East than formerly; either because the ladies are Mainotes, on being refused the plunder of Misitra,

more circumspect than in the olden time," or because led to the abandonment of that enterprise, and to the the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprise. desolation of the Morea, during which the cruelty exerThe story, when entire, contained the adventures of a cised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals female slare, who was thrown, in the Mussulman of the Faithful.(3)

1) The Giaour was published in May 1813, and abund. himself been the lover of this female slave, there is no foun. antiy sustained the impression created by the two first can. dation. The girl whose life the poet saved at Athens was os of Childe Harold. It is obvious that in this, the first of not, we are assured by Sir John Hobhouse, an object of his Lis romantic narratives, Lord Byron's versification reflects Lordship's attachment, but of that of his Turkish servant. the admiration he always avowed for Mr. Coleridge's Chris. For the Marquis of Sligo's account of the affair, see Moore's fordel, the irregular rhythm of which had already been | Life. L.E. adopted in the Lay of the Last Minstrel. The fragmentary The following is Lord Byron's own version of the story, style of the composition was suggested by the then new and as reported in Medicin's Conversations. Wbether the noble popalar Columbus of Mr. Rogers. As to the subject, it was Bard was veracious, or, as might be inferred from the sat merely by recent travel that the author had familiarized preceding note, merely indulged in the pastime of mystihimself with Turkish history. “Old Knolles," he said at fying the gallant Captain, we leave it to others to deterVianolonghi, a few weeks before his death, was one of the mine:-“When I was at Athens, there was an edict in Erst books that gave me pleasure when a child; and I believe force similar to that of Ali's, except that the mode of pu

bad mach influence on my future wishes to visit the Levant, nishment was different. (Ali Pacha of Yanina issued an and pare, perhaps, the oriental colouring which is observed order that any Turkish female convicted of incontinence

may poetry.” In the margin of his copy of Mr. D'Israeli's | with a Christian should be stoned to death.] It was neces. Essay on the Literary Character, we find the following | sary, therefore, that all love affairs sbould be carried on note: Knolles, Cantemir, De Tott, Lady M. W. Montague, with the greatest privacy. I was very fond, at that time, of Flew kiss's translation from Mignot's History of the Turks, a Turkish girl,-ay, fond of her as I bave been of few wothe Arabian Nights-all travels or histories, or books upon 1 men. All went on very well till the Ramazan for forty be East, I could meet with, I had read, as well as Ricaut, days. During this Lent of the Mussulmans, the women are fore I was ten years old."--L. E.

not allowed to quit their apartments. I was in despair, and 2: Moore states that this motto, taken from one of the could hardly contrive to get a cinder or a token-flower sent Hrid Melodies, had been quoted incorrectly in the first to express it. We had not met for several days, and all

tions of the poem. Byron subsequently made a similar my thoughts were occupied in planning an assignation, mistake in the lines from Barns, prefixed to the Bride of when, as ill fate would have it, the means I took to effect Budo-P. E.

it led to the discovery of our secret. The penalty was death 3) in event, in which Lord Byron was personally con -death without reprieve a horrible death, at which one rerned, undoubtedly supplied the groundwork of this tale; cannot think without shuddering. An order was issued for at for the story, so eireamstantially put forth, of bis having the law being put into immediate effect. In the mean time, That waves and wasts the fragrance there." Cumberland, in his Observer, "a few lines by Plato, upon


No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb (1) which, gleaming o'er the cliff,
First greets the homeward-veering skiff,
High o'er the land he saved in vain :
When shall such hero live again?

Fair clime!(2) where every season smiles
Benignant o'er those blessed isles,
Which, seen from far Colonna's height,
Make glad the heart that hails the sight,
And lend to loneliness delight.
There mildly dimpling, Ocean's cheek
Reflects the tints of many a peak
Caught by the laughing tides that lave
These Edens of the eastern wave:
And if at times a transient breeze
Break the blue crystal of the seas,
Or sweep one blossom from the trees,
How welcome is each gentle air
That wakes and wasts the odours there!
For there—the Rose o'er crag or vale,
Sultana of the Nightingale (3)
The maid for whom his melody,
His thousand songs are heard on high,
Blooms blushing to her lover's tale:
His queen, the garden queen, his Rose,
Unbent by winds, unchill'd by snows,

Far from the winters of the west,
By every breeze and season blest,
Returns the sweets by Nature given •
In softest incense back to heaven;
And grateful yields that smiling sky
Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh.
And many a summer flower is there,
And many a shade that love might share,
And many a grotto, meant for rest,
That holds the pirate for a guest;
Whose bark in sheltering cove below
Lurks for the passing peaceful prow,
Till the gay mariner's guitar (4)
Is heard, and seen the evening star;
Then stealing with the muflled oar,
Far shaded by the rocky shore,
Rush the night-prowlers on the prey,
And turn to groans his roundelay.
Strange—that where Nature loved to trace,
As if for gods, a dwelling-place,
And every charm and grace hath mix'd
Within the paradise she fix'd,
There man, enamour'd of distress,
Should mar it into wilderuess,
And trample, brute-like, o'er each flower
That tasks not one laborious hour;
Nor claims the culture of his hand
To bloom along the fairy land,
But springs as to preclude his care,
And sweetly woos him—but to spare!
Strange that where all is peace beside,
There Passion riots in her pride,

Which, see the heart ss delight.

I knew nothing of what bad happened, and it was deter- | and through successive editions, till from four hundred liach mined that I should be kept in ignorance of the whole affair of which it consisted in its first copy, it at present amounts till it was too late to interfere. A mere accident only to fourteen hundred. The plan, indeed, which he bad enabled me to prevent the conclusion of the sentence. I adopted, of a series of fragments,-a set of orient pearls u was taking one of my usual evening rides by the sea-side, random strupg-left him free to introduce, without reference when I observed a crowd of people moving down to the ! to more than the general complexion of his story, whatever shore, and the arms of the soldiers glittering among them. sentiments or images bis fancy, in its cxcursions, could col: They were not so far off, but that I thought I could now and lect; and, how little fettered he was by any regard to CODthen distinguish a faint and stifled shriek. My curiosity | nection in these additions, appears from a note which ac was forcibly excited, and I despatched one of my followers companied his own copy of this paragraph, in which he say! to inquire the cause of the procession. What was my hor I have not yet fixed the place of insertion for the follow ror to learn that they were carrying an unfortunate girl, ing lines, but will, when I see you as I have no copy. sewn up in a sack, to be thrown into the sea! I did not Even into this new passage, rich as it was at first, bis fancy hesitate as to what was to be done. I knew I could depend | afterwards poured a fresh infusion.”—The value of the on my faithful Albanians, and rode up to the officer com. after-touches of the master may be appreciated by compar manding the party, threatening, in case of his refusal to give | ing the following verses, from his original draft of this pas up his prisoner, that I would adopt means to compel him, ragraph, with the form which they now wear : He did not like the business he was on, or perhaps the de.

* Fair clime! where ceaseless summer smiles, termined look of my body-guard, and consented to accom.

Benignant o'er those blessed isles, pany me back to the city with the girl, whom I soon dis

Which, seen from far Colonna's height, covered to be my Turkish favourite. Suffice it to say, that

Make glad the heart that hails the sight, my interference with the chief magistrate, backed by a

And give to loneliness delight.

There shine the bright abodes ye seok, heavy bribe, saved her; but it was only on condition that I

Like dimples upon Ocean's cheek, should break off all intercourse with her, and that she

So smiling round the waters lave should immediately quit Athens, and be sent to her friends

These Edens of the eastern wave. in Thebes. There she died, a few days after her arrival, of

Or if, at times, the transient breeze a fever-perhaps of love."-P.E.

Break the smooth crystal of the seas,

Or brush one blossom from the trees, (1) A tomb above the rocks on the promontory, by some

How grateful is the gentle air sapposed the sepulchre of Themistocles.-" There are," says

| The whole of this passage, from line 7 down to line 161 the tomb of Themistocles, which have a turn of elegant and “Who heard it first had cause to grieve," was not in th pathetic simplicity in them, that deserves a better transla

first edition.-L.E. tion than I can give :

(3) The attachment of the nightingale to the rose is . By the sea's margin, on the watery strand,

well-known Persian fable. If I mistake not, the “Bulbal Thy monument. Themistocles, shall stand :

a thousand tales" is one of his appellations.- Thus Mesta By this directed to thy native shore,

as translated by Sir William Jones :--The merchant shall convey his freighted store: And when our fleets are summon'd to the fight,

“Come, charming maid! and hear thy poet sing. Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight." -L.E.

Thyself the rose, and he the bird of spring:

Love bids him sing. and Love will be ubey'd 2) "Of the beautiful flow of Byron's fancy,” says Moore,

Be gay: too soon the flowers of spring will fade."-LE] “when its sources were once opened on any subject, the (4) The guitar is the constant amusement of the Gree Glaour affords one of the most remarkable instances: this sailor by night: with a steady fair wind, and during a calm poem having accumulated under his hand, both in printing | it is accompanied always by the voice, and often by dancing ful and almost oppressive character, in this extraordinary sins was not very decided and very rich, that they alone,

And lust and rapine wildly reign
To darken o'er the fair domain.
It is as though the fiends prevail'd
Against the seraphs they assail'd,
And, fix'd on heavenly thrones, should dwell
The freed inheritors of hell;
So soft the scene, so form'd for joy,
So carst the tyrants that destroy!.

He who hath b nt him o'er the dead (1)
Ere the first day of death is filed,
The first dark day of notbingness,
The last of danger and distress,
(Before Decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,)
And mark'd the mild angelic air,
The rapture of repose that's there,
The fir'd yet tender traits that streak
The languor of the placid cheek,
And—but for that sad shrouded eye,
That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now,
And but for that chill changeless brow,
Where cold Obstruction's apathy (2)
Appals the gazing mourner's heart,
As if to him it could impart
The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon;
Yes, but for these and these alone,
Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour,
He still might doubt the tyrant's power;
So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd,
The first, last look by death reveal’d!(3)
Sach is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!(4)
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
Hers is the loveliness in death,
That parts not quite with parting breath;
Bat beauty with that fearful bloom,
That hue which haunts it to the tomb,
Expression's last receding ray,
A gilded balo hovering round decay,

The farewell beam of Feeling past away!
Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth,
Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd


Clime of the unforgotten brave !
Whose land, from plain to mountain-cave,
Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave!
Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?
Approach, thou craven crouching slave:

Say, is not this Thermopylæ?
These waters blue that round you lave,

O servile offspring of the free!--
Pronounce what sea, what shore is this?
The gulf, the rock of Salamis!(6)
These scenes, their story not unknown,
Arise, and make again your own;
Snatch from the ashes of your sires
Thic embers of their former fires;
And he who in the strife expires
Will add to theirs a name of fear
That Tyranny shall quake to hear,
And leave his sons a hope, a fame,
They too will rather die than shame:
For Freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft is ever won.
Bear witness, Greece, thy living page,
Attest it many a deathless age!
While kings, in dasty darkness hid,
Have left a nameless pyramid,
Thy heroes, though the general doom
Hath swept the column from their tomb,
A mightier monument command,
The mountains of their native land!
There points thy Muse to stranger's eye
The graves of those that cannot die!
”T were long to tell, and sad to trace,
Each step from splendour to disgrace;
Enough-no foreign foe could quell
Thy soul, till from itself it fell;
Yes! self-abasement paved the way
To villain-bonds and despot sway.

What can be tell who treads thy shore?
No legend of thine olden time,
No theme on which the Muse might soar
High as thine own in days of yore,
When man was worthy of thy clime.

(1) "If once the public notice is drawn to a poet, the ta

In Dallaway's Constantinople, a book which Lord leats he exhibits on a nearer view, the weight his mind car: Byron is not unlikely to have consulted, I find a passage ries with it in bis every day intercourse, somehow or other quoted from Gillies's History of Greece, which contains, are reflected around on his compositions, and co-operate in perhaps, the first seed of the thought thus expanded into giving a collateral force to their impression on the publie. full perfection by genius:-" The present state of Greece, To this we must assign some part of the impression made compared to the ancient, is the silent obscurity of the grave by the Giaour. The thirty-five lines, beginning He who contrasted with the vivid lustre of active life.” Moore.-L. E. bath bent him o'er the dead,' are so beautiful, so original, (5) « There is infinite beauty and effect, though of a painand so utterly beyond the reach of any one whose poetical ge

passage; in which the author has illustrated the beautiful, eader the circumstances explained, were sufficient to secure

but still and melancholy, aspect of the once-busy and glocelebrity to this poem. Sir E. Brydges.-L. B.

rious shores of Greece, by an image more true, more mourn "Ay, but to die and go we know not where,

ful, and more exquisitely finished, than any that we can To lie in cold obstruction?"

recollect in the whole compass of poetry." Jeffrey.-L.E. Measure for Measure.

(6) The Isle of Salamis lies in the Saronic Gulf, on the (3) I trust that few of my readers have ever had an op- southern coast of Attica, nearly opposite to Eleusis. It portanity of witnessing wbat is here attempted in descrip belonged to the Athenians, though, from its situation belian, but those who have will probably retain a painful tween Athens and Megara, the inhabitants of the latter remembrance of that singular beauty which pervades, with city contested its possession for some time with the Athefew exceptions, the features of the dead, a few hours, and nians. The name, says Gillies, in his History of Greece, is bat for a few hours, after “the spirit is not there." It is | associated with the hononrable battle fought on the 20th to be remarked in cases of violent death by gun-shot wounds October, 480 years before Christ, between the Persians unthe expression is always that of languor, whatever the na. der Xerxes, when he invaded Attica, and the Greeks, who tural energy of the sufferer's character: but in death from successfully defended their country with a force of only 380 a stab the countenance preserves its traits of feeling or fe- ships against 2,000, of which they destroyed about 200. rocity, and the mind its bias, to the last.

- P.E.

The hearts within thy valleys bred,
The fiery souls that might have led

Thy sons to deeds sublime,
Now crawl from cradle to the grave,
Slaves-nay, the bondsmen of a slave (1)

And callous, save to crime; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind, where least above the brutes; Without even savage virtue blest, . Without one free or valiant breast, Still to the neighbouring ports they waft Proverbial wiles, and ancient craft; In this the subtle Greek is found, For this, and this alone, renown'd. In vain might Liberty invoke The spirit to its bondage broke, Or raise the neck that courts the yoke: No more her sorrows I bewail, Yet this will be a mournful tale, And they who listen may believe, Who heard it first had cause to grieve.

On-on he hasten'd, and he drew My gaze of wonder as he flew : Though like a demon of the night He pass'd, and vanish'd from my sight, His aspect and his air impress'd A troubled memory on my breast, And long upon my startled ear Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear. He spurs his steed; he nears the steep That, jutting, shadows o'er the deep; He winds around; he hurries by; The rock relieves him from mine eye: For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fix'd on those that flee; And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight. He wound along; but ere he pass'd One glance he snatch'd, as if his last, A moment check'd his wheeling steed, A moment breathed him from his speed, A moment on his stirrup stoodWhy looks be o'er the olive wood ? The crescent glimmers on the hill, The mosque's high lamps are quivering still: Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of the far tophaike (4) The flashes of each joyous peal . Are seen to prove the Moslem's zeal. To-night, set Rhamazani's sun; To-night, the Bairam feast's begun; To-night-but who and what art thou of foreign garb and fearful brow? And what are these to thine or thee, That thou shouldst either pause or flee?

Far, dark, along the blue sea glancing, The shadows of the rocks advancing Start on the fisher's eye like boat Of island-pirate or Mainote; And, fearful for his light caique, He shuns the near but doubtful creek : Though worn and weary with his toil, And cumber'd with his scaly spoil, Slowly, yet strongly, plies the oar, Till Port Leone's safer shore Receives him, by the lovely light That best becomes an Eastern night.

Who thundering comes on blackest steed, (2) With slacken'd bit and hoof of speed ? Beneath the clattering iron's sound The cavern'd echoes wake around In lash for lash, and bound for bound; The foam that streaks the courser's side Seems gather'd from the ocean-tide: Though wearv waves are sunk to rest. There's none within his rider's breast; And though to-morrow's tempest lower, 'Tis calmer than thy heart, young Giaour!(3) I know thee not, I loathe thy race, But in thy lineaments I trace What time shall strengthen, not efface: Though young and pale, that sallow front Is scathed by fiery passion's brunt; Though bent on earth thine evil eye, As meteor-like thou glidest by, Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun.

He stood—some dread was on his face, Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flash Of transient Anger's hasty blush,(5) But pale as marble o'er the tomb, Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom. His brow was bent, his eye was glazed; He raised his arm, and fiercely raised, And sternly shook his hand on high, As doubting to return or fly: Impatient of his flight delay'd," Here loud his raven charger neigh'd Down glanced that hand, and grasp'd his blade: That sound had burst his waking dream, As Slumber starts at owlet's scream. The spur hath lanced his courser's sides; Away, away, for life he rides! Swift as the hurlid on high jerreed (6) Springs to the touch his startled steed; The rock is doubled, and the shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more;

(1) Athens is the property of the Kislar Aga (the slave f the seraglio and guardian of the women), who appoints he Waywode. A pander and eunuch--these are not po. ite, yet true appellations-now governs the governor of thens !

(2) « The reciter of the tale is a Turkish fisherman, who las been employed during the day in the Gulf of Ægina, nd in the evening, apprehensive of the Mainote pirates who infest the coast of Attica, lands with his boat on the larbour of Port Leone, the ancient Piræus. He becomes the ye-witness of nearly all the incidents in the story, and in ine of them is a principal agent. It is to his feelings, ind particularly to his religious prejudices, that we are in.

debted for some of the most forcible and splendid parts of the poem,” George Ellis.-L.E.

(3) In Dr. Clarke's Travels, this word, which means infidel, is always written according to its English pronun. ciation, Djour. Lord Byron adopted the Italian spelling usual among the Franks of the Desert.-L.E.

(4) “Tophaike," musket.- The Bairam is announced by the cannon at sunset; the illumination of the mosques, and the firing of all kinds of small-arms, loaded with ball, pru claim it during the night.

(5) " Hasly blush."-For hasty all the editions, till the | twelfth, read “ darkening blush."-L.E.

(6) Jerreed, or Djerrid, a blunted Turkish javelin, which

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