days he removed his furniture. Hap-ical magnanimity, impelled the lonely pily the leave-taking was not in pri- scholar. Love of woman he knew not, vate; 'Manda and her mother both but a generous warmth of heart enabled witnessed it; yet poor Mrs. Mayhew's him to contemplate the wooing and eyes had a sorrowful dimness, and her wedding of his benefactress without attempted gaiety weighed upon his repugnance. In a sense it would be spirits.

loss of liberty; but might he not find compensation in domestic comfort, in the tender care that would be lavished upon him? But the higher views — a duty discharged, a heart solaced

He lived now in the south-west of London, and refrained even from visits to the British Museum. The breakingup of his lifelong habits, the idleness into which he had fallen, encouraged a The next day was Sunday. In the morbid activity of conscience; under morning there fell heavy rain; after grey autumnal skies, he walked about noon the clouds swept eastward, and the roads and the parks, by the river- rays of sunlight glistened on the wet side, and sometimes beyond the limits streets. Filmer had sat totally unoccuof town, but there was no escape from pied. He made a pretence of eating a remorseful memory. When two or the dinner that was brought to him, three weeks had passed, his unrest be- and then, having attired himself as gan to be complicated with fears of though he had not a minute to lose, destitution. But, of a sudden, the left home. Travelling by omnibus, he half-promise that had been made to reached the neighborhood hitherto so him was fulfilled; the erudite society carefully shunned; he walked rapidly offered him a post which, in his modest to the familiar street, and with heart computation, represented all that a throbbing painfully, he stood before man could desire of worldly prosperity. the little chandler's shop, which of He could now establish himself be- course was closed. neath some reputable roof, repurchase his books, look forward to a life of congenial duty and intellectual devotion. But

His wandering steps brought him to the Chelsea Embankment, where he leaned upon the parapet, and gazed at the sullen river.

A knock at the house door. It was answered by 'Manda, who stared, and smiled, and seemed neither glad nor sorry to see him, but somehow in perturbation.

"Is Mrs. Mayhew in?" whispered, rather than spoke, the philologist. "No, sir. She went out not long ago - with Mr. Marshall. And she won't be back just yet - p'r'aps not till supper.'

To whom to whom did he owe all this? Who was it that had saved him at that black time when he thought of death as his only friend. Who had "With-with Mr. Marshall?" toiled for him, cared for him, whilst he "Yes, sir." 'Manda grinned. wrote his big book? Now at length"They're going to be married next he was able to evince gratitude other- Saturday, sir." wise than in mere words, and like a dastard he slunk away. He had deserted the woman who loved him.

And why? She was not his equal; yet certainly not so far his inferior that, even in the sight of the world, he need be ashamed of her. The merest cowardice, the plainest selfishness, withheld him from returning to Mrs. Mayhew and making her that offer which he was in honor bound to make. Yes, in honor bound. Thus far had his delicate sensibilities, his philosoph

Filmer straightened himself, and stood like a soldier at attention. "To be married ? Mrs. Mayhew ?”

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The girl laughed, nodded, seemed greatly amused.

enveloped him about, and helped still Filmer stretched his hand to the further to confuse his thoughts in a door, fumbled at the latch, and at medley of past and present. Over the length got out. It took some hours shop window hung a dirty yellow blind, before his shamefaced misery yielded through which the sunshine struggled to the blissful sense of relief and of dimly. Filmer hesitated for a mo- freedom. ment.

"I don't think I'd come again, sir, say that in the short space of a week if I were you."

He tried to see her face, but she kept peared as a band of robbers; that we in shadow.

having left Constantinople some weeks | and only able to comfort ourselves with before to make a riding tour through our pipes, trying to make ourselves those parts of Asia Minor which ex- heard amid the roar of the thunder and tend from Broussa through the Troad the howling of the storm. to Assos.

Our party consisted of a German gentleman, whom I had met on the Danube, and a Turkish servant, who spoke German, and thus was able to act as interpreter. We had determined to rough it, for the sake of economy and other reasons, and found ourselves accommodated in both respects to the utmost of our desires; for our fare was Spartan but most healthy, and only for our sleeping accommodation we should have enjoyed ourselves in every way. Our beds, however, were beyond description. We usually lodged in stables with a raised platform, with a fireplace at the end, with cows, horses, and buffaloes as our neighbors. The animals were company; but we could have dispensed with the hordes of insects which seemed to accompany them, and which are the traveller's bane in Turkey, and our nights, although lively, were most exhausting, and it required all the fresh air of the days, the lovely climate, and the beautiful scenery of the Sea of Marmora, to make us forget them. Our best lodging was at a barber's shop, from which, however, we were evicted early to make room for customers coming for an early shave; our worst one was here at Assos, and we felt it more, as it was amid the remains of a past civilization - amid the ruins of palaces, temples, baths, and private dwellings, mostly of white marble, and which looked as new and clean cut as though they had only been tumbled over by an earthquake the month before.

After some hours, when it had abated a little, we were able to light a fire and procure some provisions: a very ancient chicken —just killed — some large purple grapes as fine and sweet as our hothouse ones at half a guinea a pound, which cost us a few pence for a large wooden bowl full, and some milk for our coffee, which we brought with us, and slept better than usual on our Turkish cloaks, with our saddles for pillows, fatigue for a sleeping-draught, and the absence of our usual insect companions, who probably found the hut too cold and uncomfortable for a permanent residence.

The next day we shot partridges, flushing them from uuder marble columns and beautifully carved capitals; explored the cyclopean walls and lofty Acropolis of Assos with a new interest, as we remembered that some eighteen hundred years ago St. Paul was possibly walking where we wandered now, but amid the crowd and bustle of the once great city, which counted its inhabitants by thousands, and was one of the most beautiful of the Greek cities of Asia Minor, and among the most civilized and splendid of the ancient world.

We had some difficulty next day in persuading the sailors, who dwelt lower down near the harbor, to take us across to Mitylene. They did not seem to have much of the daring of their ancestors, or perhaps we were ignorant of the dangers of the coast; however, towards evening they started with us, and, after a rough passage, landed us Our dwelling here was again over a in a small bay some miles north of the stable, fortunately without animals, town of Mitylene, and not far from the but also without windows or a door little town of Mandamna, where we that would close. There were holes were put up for the night in much with shutters, and a huge chimney more comfortable quarters than our through which the rain descended in last ones. We were lodged in a beaupailfuls, so that we could not have a fire, while the wind through the openings was so violent that we could not light a candle, and had to sit in melancholy darkness, without fire or light,

tifully clean house, where we sat on a raised divan which extended all round the room like the Turkish ones, the floor being apparently bee's-waxed and polished, and covered with small car

Although it was late in November, the air was mild and balmy as a fine June day at home. The vines, olives, myrtle, and arbutus, and innumerable other evergreen shrubs and trees, which grew down to the shore, where they mingled with the calm, sunny blue of the Egean, completed the illusion, and we could scarcely believe that we were near the middle of winter.

While looking at the view, I was accosted by a Greek, who, to my astonishment, addressed us in good English,

gentlemen ? I am the dragoman to Mr. Newton, the English consul."

I gladly gave them to him, as it would save us a great deal of trouble. He was a small, thin, wiry, cunninglooking fellow, not dressed in uniform, but in the hideous dress of the country, common to all Greece except Athens, where they wear the beautiful Albanian costume. He wore a blue jacket, blue braided waistcoat, ballooning trousers fastened tight at the ankles, and a red fez cap. His manner was familiar, but after he had read the passports I saw a sudden change come over him; he addressed me most obsequiously, evidently as the owner of the English passport :

pets and rugs. In the corners were overshaded by mountains, was romanhandsome carved cupboards filled with tic and beautiful enough to be the china. It was our first experience of a birthplace of the poetess Sappho. Greek house, and contrasted considerably with that in Turkey, as did also the manners and customs of our host and his friends with those of the waterdrinking Turks. The entire inhabitants of the place crowded into the room to see the new arrivals; bottles of rakee, a very potent spirit, were produced, and the glasses were filled and emptied during what seemed to us, who were tired and hungry, a most interminable time. Our visitors were the most seasoned vessels I had come across in my travels. They disposed" Shall I get your passports viseed, of several bottles of strong rakee in a most methodical and business-like manner, and then walked straight out of the room in a way that did credit to their heads and understanding. Our dinner was next served, and consisted of poached eggs swimming in oil, and rye-bread, but all served up exquisitely clean, and we enjoyed a night's sleep such as we had not had since we were at the vice-consul's at the Dardanelles. The next morning we started for Mitylene with as many horses and mules as we could procure, and with the very smallest boy I ever saw in my life in the shape of a guide. He was surrounded by all his friends and relatives, who invested him in several large-sized men's jackets, and then mounted him on a tall horse, where he looked to the life like the picture of David Copperfield in Mr. Dick's clothes. Our way was rough, but romantic, roads being then, as they possibly are now, a rare luxury in the Levant. Sometimes we rode through the dried-up bed of a stream, where our horses skated and slipped, but never fell. The horses in the East, being shod with a thin plate of iron over the entire hoof, and being always allowed to take care of themselves, are Our short stay in Asia Minor had much safer than ours, who are held up, given us a decidedly picturesque and and whose frogs are exposed. Some- somewhat brigand-like appearance. times we forded a river shaded by First of all rode our Turkish servant beautiful chestnut-trees, then through Yacob, who was the cavass belonging olive-gardens and vineyards, until we to the German minister of the Hause approached the town, whose tall castle, Towns at Constantinople, who had

"If your Excellency will ride into the town, I will go on before and inform Mr. Newton of the arrival of your Royal Highness ! "

I was rather taken by surprise for a few moments, but knowing that English milords were still believed in abroad, and thinking that our servant had perhaps given an exaggerated account of us, I took no further notice of the matter, and we rode on quietly, while he hurried on at a rapid pace before us.

As we entered the town it was evident that he had spread the news of our approach far and wide. The entire

we met with quite an ovation as we rode up the main street, when the dragoman appeared, and was greeted with great delight by the crowd.

"This way, your Excellency. Mr. Newton is anxiously expecting you at the consulate."

"Do you not know, then, what you are taken for?"

kindly lent us his services as he could gave us a picturesque if not ferocious speak German, and had accompanied appearance. his master- a distinguished archæologist-through some of the parts which we visited. I at first thought it must be Yacob's uniform which had in- population turned out to see us, and spired such respect, as his entire get-up was gorgeous in the extreme. His dress consisted of a blue braided frock-coat, confined at the waist by a gold-embroidered belt, in which he had stuck a pair of immense rusty silvermounted pistols, and from it hung a long, brass-sheathed scimitar, which Uncertain whether I should feel anhad the usual bloodthirsty look of all noyed or amused, we followed him to unusual-shaped weapons; but he espe- the consulate, and were ushered into cially gloried in a tall wooden saddle, the drawing-room, where Mr. Newton on which when perched he looked was awaiting us. I introduced myself down on us all as if from the top of a and Herr P, and related what a very tall dromedary. His saddle trap-reception we had met, and asked the pings and bridle were the gaudiest cause of it. He appeared very much which the bazaar of Constantinople amused. could furnish, the bridle shining with silver and colored glass beads, and I think fluttering ribbons, the saddlecloth was embroidered with yellow lace, the iron stirrups were as large as those of an ancient mailed knight, and the very crupper was profusely adorned with numerous silk tassels and bright glass beads. Added to this, he had a thorough imposing and barbaric air of diguity, and flourished a large whip, with which he had been accustomed to drive away the dogs and beggars and clear the way before his master in the crowded and dangerous streets of Stamboul. He was always regarded with awe and respect by the Turkish boys, who used to crowd round us imploring "Backsheesh," and whom he cursed in the choicest Turkish oaths, of which I was naturally ignorant, but always had an idea that they were somehow connected with "Dogs defiling their fathers' graves."

Our own appearance, if not equally imposing, was decidedly startling, and I well understood how the people got the idea that we had been shipwrecked. Large slouched felt hats, long boots, and coats tastefully slashed by the thorns of Asia Minor, hair, beards, and moustaches unkempt and dishevelled, and a great array of pistols in our belts,

"I have not the least idea, but certainly for some great personage. Is any such expected ?"

"My dragoman rushed in in great excitement with your passport, saying that an English prince had been shipwrecked on the coast near Mandamna. On looking at it, I saw that you were described as such in the Turkish passport. Can you form any idea as to how the mistake occurred?"

"Well, one of my Christian names is 'Pryce.' That may have led to the mistake. I hope you contradicted it.” "There would not be the least use in doing so; they would only think you were travelling incognito, and wished to conceal your rank, so you must be content to remain a prince while you are in the town of Mitylene; and as you will be charged double or treble for everything, I will be happy to put you and your friend up while you remain."

I naturally accepted this kind offer, and while we were laughing at the incident, a servant from the Russian consulate called to say that the consul had just learned that a distinguished traveller had arrived, and hoped that his Excellency had not suffered much from the effects of his journey. This