is better acquainted than Charles Burney with the niceties of the Greek language, particularly with reference to the Greek metres: and my godson*," he added, " is also a capital scholar, and a very sensible and agreeable man."

Several years ago Dr. Parr met Cobbet, for the first time, at the house of one of his pupils, who had a vicarage near Southampton. After dinner, the conversation turned upon Mr. Pitt, respecting whom there was a perfect unison of sentiment between them, or what Dr. Johnson would have called a rivality of vituperation. Unluckily, the subject of the learned languages was next started: this was the apple of discord. Cobbet's heresy on that topic is well known; but whatever is his confidence, he must, in an argument on such a subject, have been impar congressus Achilli. Much warmth was evinced on both sides; but they shook hands at parting; and it was after this interview that the Doctor visited Cobbet at Botley.

Mr. Dugald Stewart was a prodigious favourite with my preceptor, who delighted in his writings, the style of which he considered as coming nearer to perfection than that of almost any other writer of his age. "David Hume's style," he said, "was delicious, but abounding in Gallicisms."

At Grove Park, near Warwick, the seat of the late Lord Dormer + (father of the present Lord), Dr. Parr was a frequent guest. Indeed, he often went there without invitation, and in his most ordinary costume. Thither, also, he occasionally sent me on an embassy to obtain the Courier newspaper; and, upon my return, he made me read to him the parliamentary debates, which were at that period full of interest. In the delivery of Mr. Pitt's speeches, I sometimes took a malicious pleasure in giving the utmost possible effect to the brilliant passages, upon which the Doctor would exclaim, “ Why, you noodle, do you dwell with such energy upon Pitt's empty declamation? Don't you see, it is all sophistry?" At other moments he would say, "That is powerful; but Fox will answer it." When I pronounced the words, "Mr. Fox rose," Parr would roar out, Stop!"-and after shaking the ashes out of his pipe, and filling it afresh, he would add, with a marked emphasis, "Now, you dog, do your best!" In the course of the speech in question, he would often interrupt me, in a tone of triumphant exultation, with exclamations such as the following,-" To be sure!"-"Capital !"—" Answer that, if you can, Master Pitt!"— and at the conclusion, "That is the speech of the orator and the statesman; Pitt is a mere rhetorician;" adding, after a pause, "a very able one, I admit." Sometimes, after hearing the first three or four sentences of a speech of Mr. Pitt, he would say,-"Now, the dog is thinking what he shall say; Fox rushes into the subject at once. Here let me remark, that when Parr called any of his pupils noodle or dog, or

Alluding to the Rev. Dr. Charles Parr Burney, who, since the death of his respected father, has presided over the school at Greenwich, certainly one of the best in England.

+ Lord Dormer, and Mr. Edward Monckton, the late member for Stafford, both stuttered dreadfully. Once, upon the occasion of their meeting in Londen, Mr. Monckton, seeing Lord Dormer, making a vain attempt to give utterance to his words, said to him, "My dear Lo-or-ord, why don't you go to the man that cu-cu-cur-cured me?"

even in some instances "blockhead," it was a proof that they were in high favour; and on those occasions, his good-natured smile showed, that he spoke in perfect good-humour; but the word "dunce" he always used contemptuously. When engaged in our lessons, he assumed a magisterial gravity of manner; but at other times he conversed with us as friends, and not as pupils, and frequently entertained us with the most amusing anecdotes.

ADVENTURES OF AN ENGLISH OFFICER IN GREECE.

NO. I.

[The present is the first of a series of articles relative to the affairs of Grecce, which will be continued from time to time by the author, who is lately returned thither, and intends favouring us with his correspondence.]

HAVING resolved to make a third, for I have already made two crusades to Greece, it is my intention, on my arrival again in that country, to keep a journal of every thing worthy of record which may fall under my observation. In the mean time, I think it may not be amiss to make a retrospect of one or two remarkable events which occurred to me in my late sojourn there, more particularly of the extraordinary treachery and attempt to assassinate Mr. Trelawney, perpetrated, I am grieved to say, by two of my own countrymen, in the cave of Ulysses, on Mount Parnassus. This subject has lately been a frequent topic of conversation in England; but no authentic account of the particulars connected with it has yet been published.

In the month of August 1824, I was at the capital and head-quarters of the Greeks, Napoli di Romania, witnessing with regret the combined dissensions and tardiness of the existing government, which were cruelly marring the favourable chance, afforded by the campaign of that year, for exertion against the Turks. Though so disunited among themselves, so extremely jealous were they of the co-operation of strangers, that they seemed infinitely to prefer losing an advantage to owing it to the influence of a foreigner. They had no native artillery-officers, therefore they would have no artillery: they had no cavalry-officers, and they would have no cavalry. A French military gentle man (a son of General Berton), myself and others, supported by several Greeks of influence, made an attempt to prevail on the government to give their support to our forming a small body of cavalry; but, after dancing attendance on this cross-legged divan, as though it had been the commander-inchief's levee in England, and equally a matter of favour to be employed, we were compelled to abandon the idea! Young Berton went to Smyrna, and, for aught I know, joined the Pasha of Egypt. I left Napoli to join Ulysses, and to accept my friend Trelawney's invitation to visit their mountain-fortress (a remarkable cave on Parnassus), commanded, in the absence of Ulysses, by Trelawney. I began my march towards the Gulf of Lepanto (which I meant to cross into Roumelie) with my little band, or rather gang of twelve soldiers; myself well mounted, and in the costume of the country. The turban girt my shaven brow, and belted pistols pressed my waist, while the sun glanced brightly on the weapons of my following train,

"Each arm'd as best becomes a man,

With arquebuss and ataghan."

Two mules, pressed into the service by no other right than that of the strong hand, carried our baggage, and each soldier's capote, a most valuable and valued possession, alike our couch and canopy in rain or sunshine. The beasts were driven by a luckless Maurcote peasant, whose race were regarded by my Roumeliot soldiers as inferior and degraded, and deserving of no other than the worst treatment. After passing the dilapidated city of Argos, situated at the foot of a rocky mountain, on the summit of which stands a

decayed Venetian fortress, our road lay through the uncultivated but fruitful plain of Argos, which, after about three hours march, terminated in a lofty ridge of barren mountains, extending across the peninsula of the Morea, from the Archipelago to the Gulf of Lepanto. We then entered the grand defile, so fatal to the formidable expedition under Courscid Pacha in 1822, which was annihilated by the justly-famed chieftain Collocotroni. Among the mountains to the right of the road, was the tomb of Agamemnon. It was certainly a pleasurable feeling to find oneself engaged on the same ground of action, and with as fair a chance of renown, as the heroes of antiquity, whose names have reached us through the gloom of ages, like stars, by the strength of their own glorious rays. At night-fall, choosing a small eminence in the vicinity of a clear running stream, crowned by a thick_tuft of lofty cypresses, and surrounded by bushes of myrtle, I ordered a halt: a slip of carpet, about the size of a rug, the usual appendage of a military chief, was quickly spread at the foot of a tree; a pair of saddle-bags at the head, and my gun and scimitar, covered by my capote, at the side. On my dismounting, the chibouque was presented by my pipe-bearer, and, taking my crosslegged posture on the carpet, I reposed from the day's march. Some of my men were engaged in gathering fuel for a fire, and in killing, skinning, and dressing the sheep that was to serve for our night's repast, while one or two of the elite of my party stood round me and recounted their exploits in the various scenes of rapine during their distinguished career as kleftis, or robbers.

My solitary meal was then served, consisting of the mutton, admirably roasted, cheese, bread and grapes, placed on branches and leaves, as substitutes for a table and table-cloth. The ceremony of ablution preceding and following the meal, and rendered still more necessary at its termination from fingers being used instead of knife and fork, was duly performed; nor was the juice of the grape wanting, poured from a goat's-skin, and presented in a silver cup, which is carried by the pipe-bearer, slung in a leather case. A small cup of coffee was now presented, and my pipe again; and, as I smoked it, I envied the conviviality of my men, feasting in merry harmony together, at a short distance from me. The scene was strange; but by this time it had lost its novelty to me. Outwardly, indeed, I had made myself at home in strange lands; but I felt lonely, desolate, far from my country, and with my last thoughts on dear England. Wrapping myself up in my cloak as night closed round, I composed myself to sleep. Before daylight, we were again in marching order. It is pleasing, in a wild solitude like this, to mark the break of day encroaching on the dark sky, and imperfectly revealing, as it gathers strength, the fantastic shapes of distant objects, till, at last, the sun blazes out in the unclouded glory of this, its own Eastern clime. The eagle soared through the clear azure above my head, and the last remnant of the morning mist, which had lingered on the lofty Acropolis of Corinth, was now dispersing, and showed its high turrets towering over the plain below, which seemed to lengthen as we traversed it under the sultry sun. We halted, at midday, by the side of a fountain, a short distance from Corinth. The fountains of Greece are most refreshing resting-places: the springs are enclosed by stone-buildings, out of which the cool, refreshing water flows. Some trees generally shelter the spot; and here the shepherd with his flock, and the way-worn traveller, come to enjoy the shade. Making but a short stay at Corinth, I proceeded down to La Scala, and embarked, after some opposition, on board a caique, which I hired to take me to the nearest port to Ulysses's Cave. During the night, a light and unfavourable breeze carried us, ere sunrise, to the Roumeliot coast, and we put into the harbour of Aspra Spitia, about eight hours' march from my destination. Having procured mules, which were now brought with readiness, when it was known I was an Englishman and going to Ulysses, I passed the small town of Dystoma, which derives its name from the words "dua stoma” (two mouths), designating the two openings through the mountains that lead from it into

the extensive and rich plain of Livadia. I found the names of my two countrymen, Captain Trelawney, and Captain Jauni* (Fenton, the wretch who afterwards attempted Trelawney's life), well known in Livadia. Towards evening, we came in sight of the lofty range of rocky mountains which branches from Parnassus towards the plain, and in which this singular cave is situated. Crossing a defile (the bed of a foaming mountain-stream, that forced its sounding course through the obstructing rocks), my docile Turkish steed unhesitatingly, though carefully, descended the rugged and perilous path. Emerging from the defile, we regained the road, winding up the steep ascent of the mountain covered with underwood, stunted trees, and disjointed masses of rock and stones. Half-way, upon a flat covered with trees, stood a small stone church, from which a still steeper ascent of half an hour leads to the foot of a stupendous perpendicular range of rock, which crowns and terminates the mountainous ascent; and, above a hundred feet from its base, an immense vaulted aperture, receding deep in the rock, forms the cave.

A small circular battery defends the foot of the ladders that lead to the entrance, which is by a small portal cut in the solid rock. I mounted the three flights of ladders, and, on entering, was welcomed in this far, wild, and almost inaccessible dwelling, in my native tongue, by Trelawney, and a Mr. Gill, an English engineer, who was making several improvements in the fortress. The high vault perfectly admitted the light and sun, though, as the sun passed to the west, the overarching rock above threw its long shadow over the mountain some time before sunset, spreading a dusky stillness over surrounding objects, and heightening the effect of the wild scenery. In the interior of the cave were several houses, that of the chieftain, Ulysses, forming a part of the battlements on a line with the perpendicular height, while deeper and higher up in the cave (the inequality of the ground forming stages, one above another) were the dwellings of his wife and sister, who, after the Turkish custom, were kept in perfect seclusion, his mother only appearing to strangers. Numerous magazines, well filled with corn, oil, wine, cheese, olives, and rakee (brandy), sufficient to supply hundreds of men for twenty years, occupied the recesses of the cave. Besides military stores, there were four mountain-guns, brought by Trelawney from Missolonghi. Water was supplied by a small stream that issued from the rock in winter, and which dropped from the roof into large vessels, prepared for it during one or two months in the summer; and Mr. Gill was now constructing a large cistern. The fortress, therefore, was as secure against a blockade, as, from its inaccessible position, it was against attack. Cranes, with ropes and pullies, conveyed up or pulled down every thing required, with facility. Trelawney was also building a house, as his chieftain's sister was now his destined bride. Two half-brothers of Ulysses were in the cave; but so high was the state Ulysses preserved in his household, that they were not admitted to his table. His camp was about twelve hours distant, and he was soon expected at the fortress, as he had been ill for some time. Our fare in the cave was sumptuous: flesh of all kinds, fresh and salt water fish, game, and poultry were dressed after the best Turkish fashion; and their cookery is by no means despicable. The day after my arrival in the cave, Fenton returned from the camp. It was the first time I had seen him, though I had heard him well spoken of by Mr. Gill, and by some of Ulysses's retainers. Trelawney himself mentioned Fenton with approbation, as will be seen by the following letter, which I received at Napoli :

"Fortress of Parnassus, August 15th, 1824. "Dear H- Our chief is in the mountains, checking the advance of the enemy. I am completing the fortifications of this impregnable fortress. The

All the foreigners whose Christian names were fortunate to be included among the saints, were called in Greece by these names alone, as John, Jauni. George, Georgio.

Government has behaved villainously towards us: no commissary, no supplies, no soldier's pay, bread, or any necessary for the war; our chief shot at, and hunted from the Morea, and assassins sent down here to kill me. Unfortunately for Fenton, they mistook him for me; and having waylaid him in the mountains, as he was strolling alone, a Government captain rushed up to him, and, putting a pistol to his breast, fired. Fenton then struck the man froin him, and killed him with his carbine. Two others, peasants who accompanied him, Fenton pursued; but having no cartridges or pistols, and being dreadfully maimed with stones, he was obliged to retreat. This man, Ulysses says, was sent to me. The Turks are around us; but we are safe here; though I do not think it so for you to venture here in the winter. Come over now and see us.

"I send this letter by some of our brigade of artillery, ten of whom I discharge. If you serve in the Government Regulars, which for reasons I hope you will, they will do for you; if not, get them in the Regiment. Some of them are good.

“F———— is ill at Missolonghi. Gill is still with us here. I suppose H— is at Zante. Fenton is out with Ulysses. We have no news. There are 20,000 Turks here, and the Pasha is guarding Thermopyla with a large force. Tell Negris I would write to him, but for this reason, namely, that I write French unintelligibly, and have nothing particular to say; but tell him we are staunch to our resolves, and trust entirely to his energy and talent, that we may together extract all the good we can out of these evil times. Tell him to be sure of us, and go fearlessly on, for he alone has talent and courage to save his tottering country. Tell him so, and request he will, when any thing new occurs, write to me. "Yours truly,

EDWARD TRELAWNEY."

I joined Trelawney and Fenton as they were sitting together, conversing, on the battlements; and, not knowing of Fenton's arrival, and seeing him in the Greek dress, with which his dark countenance and fine features well agreed, I thought he was some Suliote or Albanian captain, who had been in our service in the Ionian islands. His physiognomy, though handsome, did not please me. On my remarking to him how well he spoke English, he answered," I am English, or at least Scotch, Captain H"Oh then," I replied, you are Captain Fenton ;" and cordially shook him by the hand, that hand which was afterwards stained with the blood of his avowed friend and companion in arms! One feels naturally prepossessed in favour of a countryman whom one meets in a distant land; and Fenton's lively manners tended to promote confidence and friendship: but we have now too dearly proved, and Trelawney nearly fatally, that he was a most accomplished, specious villain. He was in the habit of roaming_about the mountains alone, night and day, and was the most active fellow I ever saw. Though swift of foot myself, and no bad mountaineer, I was not at all a match for him, and none of the Greeks themselves could equal him. He was covered with scars; how got, Heaven knows, though he said he had received them in Spain; and that he had joined the 23d Light Fusileers when only fourteen years old (shortly before the siege of Badajoz), as an ensign. One of his brothers, a captain in the same regiment, he stated to have been killed at the assault, and that he himself was thrown back over the chevaux-de-frize and stunned by a blow from the butt-end of a musket. He represented his father to be a gentleman who had an estate in Lanarkshire. The romantic story of the attempt to murder him, alluded to in Trelawney's letter, was nothing more than a specimen of Fenton's inventive powers. I believe it never took place. He had certainly been wounded by the peasants with stones; but this was nothing more than a punishment inflicted on him for indecent conduct to one of their women.

Trelawney had inade one campaign with Ulysses in Negroponte, and his actions had been worthy of his English blood. Ulysses said, if he were supported by a thousand such men, he would go to Constantinople. In the evening we learnt Ulysses was on his march from the camp, and was then at the town of Dystoma; and Fenton and myself determined to go early the next morning to meet him, which we accordingly did. The chief welcomed