may ye perish! Pallas, when she gave Your free-bora rights, forbade ye to enslave. Look on your Spain: she clasps the hand she hates, ¦ Can spare a few to fight and sometimes fly. No misers tremble when there's nothing left. «Now fare ye well, enjoy your little hour; | No more the hirelings, purchased near and far, Show me the man whose counsels may have weight. And light with maddening hands the mutual pile. ⚫T is done, 't is past! since Pallas warns in vain, Wide o'er the realm they wave their kindling brands, Swell the young heart with visionary charms, NOTES. Note 1. Page 189, line 22. How watch'd thy better sons his farewell ray, That closed their murder'd sage's latest day! Socrates drank the hemlock a short time before sunset (the hour of execution), notwithstanding the entreaties of his disciples to wait till the sun went down. Note 2. Page 189, line 34. The queen of night asserts her silent reign. The twilight in Greece is much shorter than in our country; the days in winter are longer, but in summer of less duration. Note 3. Page 189, line 44. The gleaming turret of the gay kiosk. The kiosk is a Turkish summer-house; the palm is without the present walls of Athens, not far from the temple of Theseus, between which and the tree the wall intervenes. Cephisus' stream is indeed scanty, and Ilissus has no stream at all. Note 4. Page 190, line 5. These Cecrops placed—this Pericles adorn'd. This is spoken of the city in general, and not of the Acropolis in particular. The temple of Jupiter Olympius, by some supposed the Pantheon, was finished by Hadrian: sixteen columns are standing, of the most beautiful marble and style of architecture. Note 5. Page 190, line 10. The insulted wall sustains his hated name It is stated by a late oriental traveller, that when the wholesale spoliator visited Athens, he caused his own name, with that of his wife, to be inscribed on a pillar of one of the principal temples. This inscription was executed in a very conspicuous manner, and deeply engraved in the marble, at a very considerable elevation. Notwithstanding which precautions, some person doubtless inspired by the Patron Goddess), has been at the pains to get himself raised up to the requisite height, and has obliterated the name of the laird, but left that of the lady untouched. The traveller in question ac companied this story by a remark, that it must have cost some labour and contrivance to get at the place, and could only have been effected by much zeal and determination. Note 6. Page 190, line 26. When Venus half avenged Minerva's shame. His lordship's name, and that of one who no longer bears it, are carved conspicuously on the Parthenon above; in a part not far distant are the the torn remnants of the basso-relievos, destroyed in a vain attempt to remove them. Note 7. Page 190, line 32. Frown not on England-England owns him not- The plaster wall on the west side of the temple of Minerva Polias bears the following inscription, cut in very deep characters: Quod non fecerunt Goti Hoc fecerunt Scoti. Hobhouse's Travels in Greece, etc., p. 345. Note 8. Page 190, line 35. And well I know within that bastard land. Is a new palace to be erected (at Rome) for an upstart family? the Coliseum is stripped to furnish materials. Does a foreign minister wish to adorn the bleak walls of a northern castle with antiques? the temples of Theseus or Minerva must be dismantled, and the works of Phidias or Praxiteles be torn from the shattered frieze. That a decrepid uncle, wrapped up in the religious duties of his age and station, should listen to the suggestions of an interested nephew, is natural; and that an oriental despot should undervalue the masterpieces of Grecian art, is to be expected; though in both cases the consequences of such weakness are much to be lamented-but that the minister of a nation, famed for its knowledge of the language, and its veneration for the monuments of ancient Greece, should have been the prompter and the instrument of these destructions Such rapacity is a crime against is almost incredible. all ages and all generations: it deprives the past of the trophies of their genius and the title-deeds of their fame; the present, of the strongest inducements to exertion, the noblest exhibitions that curiosity can contemplate; the future, of the masterpieces of art, the Irish bastards, according to Sir Callaghan O'Bral- models of imitation. To guard against the repetition laghan. Note 9. Page 190, line 82. With palsied band shall turn each model o'er, Mr West, on seeing the Elgin collection » (I suppose we shall hear of the Abershaw's and Jack Shephard's collection next), declared himself a mere Tyro in Art. Note 10. Page 190, line 86. While brawny brutes in stupid wonder stare, And marvel at his lordship's stone-shop there. Poor Crib was sadly puzzled when exhibited at Elginhouse; he asked if it was not « a stone-shop: » he was right,-it is a shop. Note 11. Page 190, line 100. And last of all, amidst the gaping crew, Some calm spectator, as he takes his view. Alas! all the monuments of Roman magnificence, all the remains of Grecian taste, so dear to the artist, the historian, the antiquary, all depend on the will of an arbitrary sovereign; and that will is influenced too often by interest or vanity, by a nephew or a sycophant. of such depredations is the wish of every man of genius, the duty of every man in power, and the common interest of every civilized nation.»-Eustace's Classical Tour through Italy, p. 69. <«<<This attempt to transplant the temple of Vesta from Italy to England, may, perhaps, do honour to the late Lord Bristol's patriotism or to his magnificence, but it cannot be considered as au indication of either taste or ADVERTISEMENT. BY HIS FRIEND. THE grand army of the Turks (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into the heart of the Morea, and to form the siege of Napoli di Romania, the most considerable place in all that country, thought it best in the first place to attack Napoli di Romania is not now the most considerable place in the Morea, but Tripolitza, where the Pacha resides, and maintains bis The Corinth, upon which they made several storms. garrison being weakened, and the governor seeing it government. Napoli is near Argos. I visited all three in 1810-1; and in the course of journeyin; through the country from my first arrival in 180, crossed the Isthmus ei, ht times in my way from when passing from the Gulf of Athens to that of Lepanto. the routes are picturesque and beautiful, though very different: that by sca has more sameness, but the voyage, being always within sight of land, and often very near it, presets many attractive views of the islands salamis, Egina, Poro, et... and the coast of the con Attica to the Morea, over the mountains, or in the other direction tinent. Both was impossible to hold out against so mighty a force, thought it fit to beat a parley: but while they were treating about the articles, one of the magazines in the Turkish camp, wherein they had six hundred barrels of powder, blew up by accident, whereby six or seven hundred men were killed: which so enraged the infidels, that they would not grant any capitulation, but stormed the place with so much fury, that they took it, and put most of the garrison, with Signor Minotti, the governor, to the sword. The rest, with Antonio Bembo, proveditor extraordinary, were made prisoners of war.»> -History of the Turks, vol. iii, p. 151. THE SIEGE OF CORINTH. MANY a vanish'd year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle s rage, The whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's shock, Arise, from out the earth which drank More mountain-like, through those clear skie, II. On dun Citharon's ridge appears The gleam of twice ten thousand spears; But near and nearest to the wall IV. From Venice-once a race of worth A charge against him uneffaced: V. Coumourgi-he whose closing scene Till Christian hands to Greece restore gave the guidance of the van To Alp, who well repaid the trust By cities levell'd with the dust; And proved, by many a deed of death, llow firm his heart in novel faith. VI. Her voice less lively in the song; The walls grew weak; and fast and hot And here and there some crackling dome With volumed smoke, that slowly grew VII. But not for vengeance, long delay'd, He glitter'd through the Carnival, VIII. And many deem'd her heart was won; For, sought by numbers, given to none, Had young Francesca's hand remain'd Still by the church's bonds unchain'd: And when the Adriatic bore Lanciotto to the Paynim shore, Her wonted smiles were seen to fail, And peusive wax'd the maid and pale; More constant at confessional, More rare at masque and festival; Or seen at such, with downcast eyes, Which conquer'd hearts they ceased to prizeWith listless look she seems to gaze; With humbler care her form arrays; Her step, though light, less fleet among The pairs, on whom the morning's glance Breaks, yet unsated with the dance. IX. Sent by the state to guard the land By Buda's wall and Danube's side, Nor there, since Menelaus' dame X. The wall is rent, the ruins yawn, And, with to-morrow's earliest dawn, O'er the disjointed mass shall vault The foremost of the fierce assault. The bands are rank'd; the chosen van Of Tartar and of Mussulman, The full of hope, misnamed « forlorn,» Who hold the thought of death in scorn, And win their way with falchions' force, Or pave the path with many a corse, O'er which the following brave may rise, Their stepping-stone-the last who dies' XI. 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown The cold round moon shines deeply down; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Bespangled with those isles of light, So wildly, spiritually bright, Who ever gazed upon them shining, And turn'd to earth without repining, Nor wish'd for wings to flee away, And mix with their eternal ray? The waves on either shore lay there Calm, clear, and azure as the air; And scarce their foam the pebbles shook, But murmur'd meekly as the brook. The winds were pillow'd on the waves; The banners droop'd along their staves, And, as they fell around them furling, Above them shone the crescent curling; And that deep silence was unbroke, Save where the watch his signal spoke, Save where the steed neigh'd oft and shrill, And echo answer'd from the hill, And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast, As rose the Muezzin's voice in air In midnight call to wonted prayer; It rose, that chaunted mournful strain, Such as when winds and harp-strings meet, A cry prophetic of their fall: Which makes the heart a moment still, Wakes, though but for a stranger's knell. The tent of Alp was on the shore; The sound was hush'd, the prayer was o'er; Few hours remain, and he hath need They follow'd him, for he was brave, But still his Christian origin can stoop He earn'd beneath a Moslem name; The convert of revenge can feel. He ruled them-man may rule the worst, By ever daring to be first: So lions o'er the jackal sway; The jackal points, he fells the prey, To gorge the relics of success. XIII His head grows fever'd, and his pulse Than now might yield a warrior's bed, XIV. He felt his soul become more light XV. Not mindless of these mighty times Was Alp, despite his flight and crimes, |