Let her bring from the chamber her many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.

Remember the moment when Previsa fell,
The shrieks of the conquered, the conquerors' yell;
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared,
The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared.
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;

He neither must know who would serve the Vizier :
Since the days of our prophet the Crescent ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.

Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,

Let the yellow-haired Giaours+view his horse-tailt with dread:
When his Delhis§ come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!

Selictar! unsheath then our chief's scimitar :
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Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war.
Ye mountains, that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!

The apostrophe to Greece is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful and nervous passages that the poem contains. The picture drawn of the country and the people is, happily, even now changed, and promises to be still further improved, thanks to the exertions of the poet :

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!

Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth,
And long-accustomed bondage uncreate?
Not such thy sons who whilome did await,
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,

In bleak Thermopyla's sepulchral strait—'
Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume,

Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?

*

* Yellow is the epithet given to the Russians.
Horse-tails are the insignia of a Pacha.
§ Horsemen, answering to our forlorn hope.

+ Infidel.

Sword-bearer.

When riseth Lacedemon's hardihood,

When Thebes Epaminondas rears again, When Athens' children are with arts endued,

When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men, Then may'st thou be restored; but not till then. A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; An hour may lay it in the dust: and when Can man its shattered splendour renovate, Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate ?

And yet how lovely in thine age of woe,

Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou!
Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow,
Proclaim thee Nature's varied favorite now.
Thy fanes, thy temples, to thy surface bow,
Commingling slowly with heroic earth,

Broke by the share of every rustic plough:
So perish monuments of mortal birth,
So perish all in turn, save well-recorded worth:

Save where some solitary column inourns
Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;
Save where Tritonia's airy shrine adorns

Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave;
Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave,
Where the grey stones and unmolested grass
Ages, but not oblivion, feebly brave,
While strangers only not regardless pass,
Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh 'Alas!'

Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ;
Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields;
Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled,

And still his honey'd wealth Hymettus yields;
There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,
The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air;
Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds,
Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare;
Art, Glory, Freedom, fail-but Nature still is fair.

Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy, ground;
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould !
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around,
And all the Muse's-tales seem truly told, '
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon :

Each bill and dale, each deepening glen and wold,
Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares grey Marathon.
The sun-the soil-but not the slave-the same,
Unchanged in all except its foreign lord,
Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame,
The Battle-field-where Persia's victim borde
First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas' sword,
As, on the morn to distant glory dear,

When Marathon became a magic word—
Which uttered, to the hearer's eye appear

The camp-the host-the fight-the conqueror's career!

Subjoined to the two first cantos are some interesting notes, from which we have made the following extracts. Lady Morgan is so fair a subject for quizzing that no one can blame his lordship's fling at one of her heroes :

'Before I say any thing about a city of which every body, traveller or not, has thought it necessary to say something, I will request Miss Owenson, when she next borrows an Athenian heroine for her four volumes, to have the goodness to marry her to somebody more of a gentleman than a "Disdar Aga," (who, by-the-by, is not an Aga,) the most impolite of petty officers, the greatest patron of larceny Athens ever saw, (except Lord E.) and the unworthy occupant of the Acropolis, on a handsome annual stipend of 150 piastres (eight pounds sterling), out of which he has only to pay his garrison, the most illregulated corps in the ill-regulated Ottoman empire. I speak it tenderly, seeing I was once the cause of the husband of "Ida of Athens" nearly suffering the bastinado; and because the said "Disdar" is a turbulent husband, and beats his wife; so that I exhort and beseech Miss Owenson to sue for a separate maintenance in behalf of "Ida." Having premised thus much, on a matter of such import to the readers of romances, I may now leave Ida, to mention her birth-place.

Setting aside the magic of the name, and all those associations which it would be pedantic and superfluous to recapitulate, the very situation of Athens would render it the favorite of all who have eyes for art or nature. The climate, to me at least, appeared a perpetual spring; during eight months I never passed a day without being as many hours on horseback: rain is extremely rare, snow never lies in the plains, and a cloudy day is an agreeable rarity. In Spain, Portugal, and every part of the east which I visited, except Ionia and Attica, I perceived no such superiority of climate to our own; and at Constantinople, where I passed May, June, and part of July, (1810,) you might "damn the climate, and complain of spleen" five days out of seven.

The air of the Morea is heavy and unwholesome, but the moment you pass the isthmus in the direction of Megara the change is strikingly perceptible. But I fear Hesiod will still be found correct in his de. scription of a Baotian winter.

"Athens," says a celebrated topographer, "is still the most polished city of Greece." Perhaps it may be of Greece, but not of the Greeks; for Joannina in Epirus is universally allowed, amongst themselves, to be superior in the wealth, refinement, learning, and dialect, of its inhabitants. The Athenians are remarkable for their cunning; and the lower orders are not improperly characterized in that proverb which classes them with "the Jews of Salonica and the Turks of the Negropont,"

Lord Byron spares no one with whom he happens to differ in opinion. Poor Dr. Pouqueville and Mr. Thorton share with Lady Morgan and Lord Elgin, and the Disdar Aga, his aristocratic spleen; and he calls names sometimes as well as if he had been born a commoner. While, however, we do not think it worth while to notice these parts of his notes, we are glad to see there are others where his acute observation and his playfulness of manner are well displayed:

The difficulties of travelling in Turkey have been much exaggerated, or rather have considerably diminished of late years. The Mussulmans have been beaten into a kind of sullen civility, very comfortable to voyagers.

It is hazardous to say much on the subject of Turks and Turkey; since it is possible to live amongst them twenty years without acquiring information, at least from themselves. As far as my own slight experience carried me I have no complaint to make; but am indebted for nany civilities (I might almost say for friendship), and much hospi

tality, to Ali Pacha, his son Veli Pacha of the Morea, and several others of high rank in the provinces. Suleyman Aga, late Governor of Athens, and now of Thebes, was a bon vivant, and as social a being as ever sat cross-legged at a tray or a table. During the carnival, when our English party were masquerading, both himself and his successor were more happy to "receive masks" than any dowager in Grosvenor Square.

'On one occasion of his supping at the convent, his friend and visitor, the Cadi of Thebes, was carried from table perfectly qualified for any club in Christendom; while the worthy Waywode himself triumphed in his fall.

In all money transactions with the Moslems I ever found the strictest honour, the highest disinterestedness. In transacting business with them there are none of those dirty peculations, under the name of interest, difference of exchange, commission, &c. &c. uniformly found in applying to a Greek consul to cash bills, even on the first houses in Pera.

. With regard to presents, an established custom in the East, you will rarely find yourself a loser; as one worth acceptance is generally returned by another of similar value-a horse, or a shawl.

In the capital and at court the citizens and courtiers are formed in the same school with those of Christianity; but there does not exist a more honorable, friendly, and high-spirited character, than the true Turkish provincial Aga, or Moslem country-gentleman. It is not meant here to designate the governors of towns, but those Agas who, by a kind of feudal tenure, possess lands and houses, of more or less extent, in Greece and Asia Minor.

The lower orders are in as tolerable discipline as the rabble in countries with greater pretensions to civilization. A Moslemn, in walking the streets of our country towns, would be more incommoded in England than a Frank in a similiar situation in Turkey. Regimentals are the best travelling dress.

With regard to that ignorance of which they are so generally, and sometimes justly, accused, it may be doubted, always excepting France and England, in what useful points of knowledge they are excelled by other nations. Is it in the common arts of life? In their manufactures ? Is a Turkish sabre inferior to a Toledo ? or is a Turk worse clothed or lodged, or fed and taught, than a Spaniard ? Are their Pachas worse educated than a Grandee? or an Effendi than a Knight of St. Jago? I think not.'

It would be in vain to deny that Childe Harold' abounds with