verdure, which enclose the town on every side, except towards the main.

The fine climate of this isle, the profusion of delicious fruits, the beauty of its women, and the friendly and hospitable character of the people, caused it to be preferred by travellers to any other of the Greek islands. In the evening, when the setting sun was resting on the craggy mountains and the rich gardens at their feet, the shores and the shaded promenades around the town were filled with the Greek population, among which were multitudes of the gay and handsome women of Scio, distinguished for their frank and agreeable manners.

ordered coffee and a variety of refreshments. But no sooner had the Pacha landed his forces, about six thousand men, than he gave the signal for the massacre. The details given me afterwards by Sciotes who had escaped, were enough to harrow up the soul. During the massacre, the Turks, exhausted, sheathed at times their bloody sabres and ataghans, and, seated beneath the trees on the shore, took their pipes and coffee, chatted, or fell asleep in the shade. In the course of a few hours they rose refreshed, and began to slay indiscriminately all who came in their way. It was vain to implore mercy; the young and gay Sciotes, but a few days before the pride of the islands, found their loveliness no shield then, but fell stabbed before their mothers' eyes, or flying into the gardens, were caught by their long and braided tresses, and quickly despatched. The wild and confused cries of pain and death were mingled with the fierce shouts of Mohammed and vengeance; the Greek was seen kneeling for pity, or flying with desperate speed, and the Turkish soldier rushing by with his reeking weapon, or holding in his hand some head dripping with blood. The close of day brought little reprieve; the moonlight spreading vividly over the town, the shores, and the rich groves of fruit-trees, rendered escape or concealment almost impossible. But, as the work of death paused at intervals from very weariness, the loud sounds of horror and carnage sunk into those of more hushed and bitter woe. The heart-broken wail of parents over their dying and violated child-the hurried and shuddering tones of despair of those to whom a few hours would bring inevitable death-the cry of the orphan and widowed around the mangled forms of their dearest relatives, mingled with curses on the murderer, went up to heaven! But the pause for mourning was short-the stillness of the night was suddenly broken by the clash of arms and the dismal war-cry of the Ottoman soldiery "Death!-death to the Greeks-to the enemies of the Prophet Allah il Allah;"—and the Capitan Pacha in the midst, with furious gestures, urged on his troops to the slaughter. Every house and garden were strewed with corpses: beneath the orange-trees, by the fountain side, on the rich carpet, and the marble pavement, lay the young, the beautiful, and the aged, in the midst of their loved and luxuriant retreats. Day after day passed; and lying as they fell, alone, or in groups, no hand bore them to their graves, while survivors yet remained to perish. At last, when all was over, they were thrown in promiscuous

On landing, we went to the Consul's house: he was a Sciote, and received us with much civility. His wife and daughter, who were both very plain, made their appearance, and sweetmeats and fruit, with coffee, were handed round. The day was sultry, and the water-melons and oranges, which were in great abundance, were very refreshing. The unfortunate Sciotes were the most effeminate and irresolute of all the Greeks. The merchants lived in a style of great luxury, and the houses of many of them were splendidly furnished. From the commencement of the revolution, they contrived to preserve a strict neutrality; and, though often implored and menaced by their countrymen, refused to fight for the liberties of Greece, or risk the drawing on themselves the vengeance of the Turks. So well had they kept up appearances, that the Ottoman fleet never molested them: till, unfortunately, one day a Greek leader entered the harbour with some ships, having a body of troops on board, who were landed to attack the citadel, in which was a small Turkish garrison; and the Sciotes, fancying the hour of freedom was come, passed from one extreme to the other, rose tumultuously, and joined the troops. The fort was soon taken, and the garrison, together with the Turks who were in the town, was put to the sword. This was scarcely accomplished, when the Ottoman fleet entered the harbour; and the Greek forces, who had come from Samos, too inferior in number to cope with them, instantly embarked, and took to flight, leaving the island to its fate. Those islanders who had taken part with them, consisted chiefly of the lower orders, and two hundred of the chief merchants and magistrates repaired on board the ship of the Capitan Pacha, and made the most solemn protestations of innocence, and unqualified submission to the Porte. The admiral received them with great civility, expressed himself willing to forget all that had passed, and

heaps, the senator and the delicate and richly attired woman of rank mingled with the lowest of the populace, into large pits dug for the purpose, which served as universal sepulchres.

Twenty thousand are computed to have perished during the few days the massacre lasted. Happy were the few who could pass the barrier of rocky mountains, beyond which they were for the time secure, or were received into some of the boats and vessels on the coast, and thus snatched from their fate. It was my fortune afterwards to meet several times with these fugitives, wandering in search of an asylum; so pale, worn, and despairing, they presented a picture of exquisite misery-girls of a tender age on foot, sinking beneath the heat and toil of the way, yet striving to keep up with the horses that bore the sick and disabled of the party : and mothers with their infants whom they had saved, while their husbands and sons had perished. One who had been a lady in her own land, weeping bitterly, related to me the murder of all her children, who were five young men. Many a young Sciote woman was to be seen, her indulgent home lost for ever, her beauty and vivacity quite gone, with haggard and fearful looks seeking in other lands for friends whom she might never find. New Monthly Magazine.

TRAVELLING.

visit or to describe our own lovely scenery. Then Devonshire and Derbyshire, Wales and Westmoreland, must per force excite ecstasies and employ pens; then exaggeration will succeed indifference, Mont Blanc bow to Ben Nevis, and Milan Cathedral shrink before York Minster. Rather than not add his mite to the mountain of books that is overwhelming our land, a predestined author would accomplish his fate by publishing "First Impressions on Box-hill," or "Reminiscences of Clapham Common."—Ibid.

CATCH FROM THE GERMAN.

CASSINI, that uncommon man,

In vain Heaven's azure depth doth scas,
New stars in it to see:

The reason's plain---he pores and thinks,
And pores again; but never drinks
His wine like you and me.
We know far better; we can sit
Astronomers 'midst wine and wit

Without or toil or trouble;

And then, when through our glass we pore
New stars we see ne'er seen before;
And, hark ye friend, I'll tell thee more
We see each old star double.

Stand ready to cut through the fat and the lean---
Through the fat and the lean,---
Sit ready to cut through the fat and the lean.
The science of eating is old,

Its antiquity no man can doubt,
Though Adam was squeamish, we're told,

Eve soon found a dainty bit out;

Then with knives sharp as razors, and stomachs as keen,

Our passage et's cut through the fat and the

lean--&e. &c. Through the world, from the West to the East, Whether City, or Country, or Court, There's no honest man, whether Laic or Priest, But with pleasure partakes in the sport, And with knife sharp as razor, and stemach as keen,

His passage doth cut through the fat and the lean--&c. &c. They may talk of their roast and their boiled, They may talk of their stew and their fry,

GOING abroad is now so common and so vulgar that it is almost more genteel to stay at home; and a person who has travelled the five hundred miles out of England, which constitute capability for the Travellers' Club, is much less of a curiosity than one who has travelled the same distance in it. The cataracts of the Nile are better known than the Falls of the Clyde; those rave about St. Peter's who never saw St. Paul's; and like the Scotchman who hurried home from Italy to see a magnificent view on his own estate, of which he had first received intelligence from a foreigner-so Englishmen will be put to the blush at Versailles and St. Denis by puzzling questions about Windsor and Westminster Abbey. A book in praise of our own country is perhaps the only sort of book that would not pay the expenses of publication; it would have the dullness of a sonnet to one's wife, and the insipidity of English wines; it would be as little purchased as British lace, and as little regarded as an appeal I WOULD not advise any single gentlein behalf of British manufacturers. Not till war again closes the Continent, and distress. Bachelors are discontented, and man hastily to conclude that he is in tourists and travellers are thrown out of take wives; footmen are ambitious, and foreign employ, will they condescend to take eating-houses. What does either

I am gentle simplicity's child,

And I dote on a West-Riding pie,
While with knife sharp as razor, and stomach as
keen,

I splash through the crust to the fat and the
lean---
&c. &c.
Blackwood's Magazine.

THE MISERIES OF A

BACHELOR.

but, in an evil hour, I let her in; and she had come for the express purpose of marrying me!

The reader who has bowels, they will yearn for my situation.

Nolo conjugar!*

I exclaimed in agony; but what could serve against the ingenuity of woman? She seduced me-escape was hopelessmorning, noon, and night! She heard a mouse behind the wainscot, and I was called in to scare it. Her canary bird got loose-would I be so good as to catch it? I fell sick, but was soon glad to get well again; for she sent five times a-day to ask if I was better, besides pouring in plates of blanc mange, jellies, cordials, raspberry vinegars, fruits fresh from the country, and hasty-puddings made by her own hand. And, at last, after I had resisted all the constant borrowing of books, the eternal interchange of newspapers, and the daily repair of crow-quills, the opinions upon wine, the corrections of hackney coachmen, and the recommendation of a barber to the poodle dog;-at last-Oh! the devil take all wrinkled stair-carpets, stray pattens, and bits of orange-peel dropped upon the ground! Mrs. F sprained her ankle, and fell down at my very drawing-room door!

All the women in the house were bribed —there was not one of them in the way! My footman, my only safe-guard, was sent off that minute for a doctor!-I was not married; for so much, let Providence be praised!

Animus meminisse horret.

who told him, 'It was an easy thing to write like a madman.' 'No,' said he, 'it is very difficult to write like a madman; but it is very easy to write like a fool.""

Lee wrote his tragedy of Alexander while in Bedlam. One night when he was employed about it by moonlight, a cloud passing along, covered part of the room, so as to make it almost dark, when Lee exclaimed, "Arise, Jupiter, and snuff the moon!" No sooner had he

spoken, than the cloud instantly covered
the whole face of the moon, so as to make
it quite dark; when he exclaimed again,
ye envious Gods, you've snuffed it
out!"
I. S.

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ANECDOTE OF HENRY IV. OF
FRANCE.

DURING the league, Henry having laid
siege to the town of Chartres, the besieged
after a long resistance came to the reso-
lution of surrendering themselves. The
magistrate, on his appearing before the
conqueror, began a tedious harangue
which he had been for some time medi-
tating, by declaring that the city in sub-
misssion to his majesty, acknowledged
his divine and his human rights; "Add"
says Henry, interrupting him and quick-
"the
ening his pace to enter the town,
rights also of my cannon.'

99

ON MISS LOVE.

LOVE is lovely in each feature,
Formed for love at first by NATURE,
Lovely LOVE all praise excel,
Love alone her fame can tell.

HENRY.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

I can't go through the affair! But, about six months after, I presented Mrs. F with my house, and every thing in it, and determined never again-as a man's only protection against female cupidity- SEVERAL articles intended for the present numto possess even a pair of small-clothes that I could legally call my own.-Ibid. Was this Latin or Yorkshire ?---C. N.

The Gatherer.

"I am but a Gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff."---Wootton.

ANECDOTE OF NAT LEE. DRYDEN, in a letter to Dennis, the critic, relates the following anecdote of Lee, the dramatic poet, who was confined four years in Bedlam; but though he regained his liberty, yet he never thoroughly recovered his senses.

"I remember poor Nat Lee, who was then on the verge of madness, yet made a sober and a witty answer to a bad poet,

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