of Smyrna, and were entering upon that wild and tenantless track through the marshes and defiles which lead to the few huts yet lingering over the broken columns of Diana-the roofless walls of expelled Christianity, and the still more recent but complete desolation of abandoned mosques-when the sudden and rapid illness of my companion obliged us to halt at a Turkish cemetery, the turbaned tombstones of which were the sole indication that human life had ever been a sojourner in this wilderness. The only caravansera we had seen was left some hours behind us, not a vestige of a town or even cottage was within sight or hope, and this "city of the dead" appeared to be the sole refuge for my unfortunate friend, who seemed on the verge of becoming the last of its inhabitants.

In this situation, I looked round for a place where he might most conveniently repose:-contrary to the usual aspect of Mahometan burial-grounds, the cypresses were in this few in number, and these thinly scattered over its extent: the tombstones were mostly fallen, and worn with age:-upon one of the most

considerable of these, and beneath one of the most spreading trees, Darvell supported himself, in a halfreclining posture, with great difficulty. He asked for water. I had some doubts of our being able to find any, and prepared to go in search of it with hesitating despondency-but he desired me to remain; and turning to Suleiman, our janizary, who stood by us smoking with great tranquillity, he said, "Suleiman, verbana su,” (i. e. bring some water,) and went on describing the spot where it was to be found with great minuteness, at a small well for camels, a few hundred yards to the right: the janizary obeyed. I said to Darvell, "How "did you know this ?"—He replied, “From our situa"tion; you must perceive that this place was once in"habited, and could not have been so without springs: "I have also been here before."

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"You have been here before!-How came you

never to mention this to me? and what could you "be doing in a place where no one would remain a "moment longer than they could help it ?”

To this question I received no answer. In the mean time Suleiman returned with the water, leaving the serrugee and the horses at the fountain. The

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quenching of his thirst had the appearance of reviving him for a moment; and I conceived hopes of his being able to proceed, or at least to return, and I urged the attempt. He was silent-and appeared to be collecting his spirits for an effort to speak. He began.

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"This is the end of my journey, and of my life-I came here to die but I have a request to make, a "command-for such my last words must be-You "will observe it?"

"Most certainly; but have better hopes."

"I have no hopes, nor wishes, but this-conceal my "death from every human being."

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"I hope there will be no occasion; that you will recover, and

"Peace!—it must be so: promise this."

"I do."

"Swear it, by all that".

oath of great solemnity.

-He here dictated an

"There is no occasion for this-I will observe your

request; and to doubt me is

"It cannot be helped, you must swear.”

I took the oath: it appeared to relieve him. He

removed a seal ring from his finger, on which were some Arabic characters, and presented it to me. He proceeded

"On the ninth day of the month, at noon precisely "(what month you please, but this must be the day),

you must fling this ring into the salt springs which "run into the Bay of Eleusis: the day after, at the

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same hour, you must repair to the ruins of the temple of Ceres, and wait one hour."

"Why ?"

"You will see."

"The ninth day of the month, you say?" "The ninth."

As I observed that the present was the ninth day of the month, his countenance changed, and he paused. As he sate, evidently becoming more feeble, a stork, with a snake in her beak, perched upon a tombstone near us; and, without devouring her prey, appeared to be stedfastly regarding us. I know not what impelled me to drive it away, but the attempt was useless; she made a few circles in the air, and returned exactly to the same spot. Darvell pointed to it, and smiled:

he spoke-I know not whether to himself or to mebut the words were only, ""Tis well!"

"What is well? what do you mean ?”

"No matter: you must bury me here this evening, and exactly where that bird is now perched. You know the rest of my injunctions."

He then proceeded to give me several directions as to the manner in which his death might be best concealed. After these were finished, he exclaimed, "You perceive that bird ?”

"Certainly."

"And the serpent writhing in her beak ?”

"Doubtless: there is nothing uncommon in it; it is ❝her natural prey. But it is odd that she does not "devour it."

He smiled in a ghastly manner, and said, faintly, "It is not yet time!" As he spoke, the stork flew away. My eyes followed it for a moment, it could hardly be longer than ten might be counted. I felt Darvell's weight, as it were, increase upon my shoulder, and, turning to look upon his face, perceived that he was dead!