day a most arduous march up high and precipitous mountains; and, getting out of Ulysses's territory, we began the usual system of sheep-stealing, which I always preferred doing in the vicinity of a monastery, as I thought, with Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, that the friars could best afford, or afford the best predatory tribute. On the fourth day's march, it rained in torrents, and continued during the night, which we passed in a magazine of Indian corn. The roads were excessively bad, and the river Gefuri was much swollen: we had to cross it twice at great hazard; and I recollect that, once before, this very stream had nearly terminated my career, as I was carried down the torrent with my horse, having missed the ford, and escaped with great difficulty, and the loss of 600 dollars in saddle-bags belonging to Trelawney and a Mr. Finlay, who was travelling about Greece. Neither of these gentlemen would allow me to make good their losses. We arrived at Missolonghi at daybreak, and quartered ourselves at Fenton's old billet, where he was a great favourite with the people of the house. We found that Mr. Gill had reached the town safely a day or two before us, and that he and Mr. Hodges, having learnt of the arrival at Napoli of two commissioners concerning the loan from England (Mr. Bulwer and Mr. Hamilton Brown), had determined to proceed to meet them there, and receive instructions as to the disposal of the military stores intrusted to the care of Mr. Hodges. Missolonghi is a most wretchedly built fishing-town; the streets, which have a few scattered stones strewed in them as an apology for a pavement, form on either side canals of stagnant and nauseous mud; and here, as in other watering-places famous for scandal, an indelible stigma was the consequence of the slightest faux-pas. Had Byron lived, Missolonghi would have been immortalized in Don Juan: he threatened he would have us all in. We stayed three or four days at this place. I had fallen ill, and passed my time lying on a couch in the veranda of our house, which overlooked that which Lord Byron had inhabited, and the very room where his spirit fled. On my recovery, I proceeded to Tripolizza, where I met Mr. Hodges on his way to England alone; his companion, Mr. Gill, having fallen a victim to the unhealthy atmosphere of Napoli. Mr. Bulwer and Mr. Hamilton Brown were also in a most precarious state on board the English brig, Florida, which had brought a supply of the loan. After some stay at Gastouni, during which I received one or two extraordinary letters from Fenton, I proceeded to Napoli to offer my services to the government. Here I found several foreigners; and among others, Mr. Washington the American, then remarkable for his gay dress and military gait, which were but little suited to our desultory mountain warfare. This gentleman has lately made himself known by his diplomatic productions, and protest against the Greek government when he left the country in disgust, on their determining to demand protection from Great Britain. Of the English, Mr. Emerson was then with the gallant Miaoulis on board the Greek fleet. Mr. Mason, a Scotch gentleman of enthusiastic and philanthropic disposition, seemed devoted to the arduous task of promoting the regeneration of the Greeks. A young Englishman, who had come out full of enthusiasm for war and adventure, joined me, adopting the dress of the country, and taking the name of Vasili. I now received a brevet, appoint * I have just been reading an article in the New Monthly Magazine for March, entitled "Lord Byron's last Portrait," by Mr. West. I have not seen the painting by that gentleman; but if it is pourtrayed as correctly as the written sketch, it is to the life. + His own name, which he has since so disgraced, I have hitherto suppressed, in consideration of his family and friends; and I should continue to do so only I have lately heard that, in return for my forbearing to mention even that he was implicated with Fenton, he has dared, since I left Greece, to accuse me of being the instigator of the attempt on Trelawney's life, of which this boy, for he was then only nineteen, was the actual instrument employed. At Hydra, one night, under the in ing me to the command of fifty men, and was attached to the Suliotes, whom I received orders to join at the camp of Patrass. The pay of the men was to be advanced to the captains every three months. In the month of May we were ordered to march to Roumelia to defend Salona, on which place the Turks were advancing. On the road, twenty of my men (Bulgarians), not liking to quit the good quarters of the Morea for the devastated mountains of Roumelia, refused to embark from Corinth to cross the Gulf of Lepanto; but demanded their pay, which I refused to give. Being quartered in some isolated ruins, they showed an inclination to mutiny; but, finding that menaces would not at all serve their purposes, they became contrite and orderly. May 23d.-Embarked at Corinth; and a fair breeze wafted our little fleet, in a few hours, across the gulf. How delightful must be the eve of enterprise, in the British service, when leading on English hearts and hands, all true, brave, and chivalrous! Here we knew that our men, if an opportunity occurred, would kill us for the dress we wore. Having disembarked, we bivouacked on the mountains, and sent out foraging parties. We were too late to save Salona. The Turks had already driven Goura out with considerable loss, and he was at present stationed at the Monastery of San Lucca, which we were to reach the next day. I now determined to make another visit to Trelawney and Fenton at the cave, which was a day's march from San Lucca. 24th.-On our route, we met Captain Vangeli, half brother to Ulysses. He had left the chief on his treating with the Turks, and was now a Government captain; but since Ulysses was in Goura's power, he appeared most anxious for his release in this critical juncture. Vangeli wished to communicate with his mother; but as I could not answer for his reception at the cave, we agreed to meet at a village near San Lucca in the evening, and proceed during the night. Having reached San Lucca, I left Whitcombe with the men, and, accompanied by my pipe-bearer and a guide, I repaired at nightfall to my appointment in the deserted village, and a few shrill whistles, à la kleftis, soon brought Vangeli and me together. After eating of our roasted sheep, and drinking excellent wine from a goat-skin, we marched silently and rapidly through the rugged paths of our route, which was open to the inroads of the Turks; and, as the morning dawned, reached the mountain. Vangeli with his party remained at the church of San Georgio, which, in all state affairs appertaining to the cave, served as the half-way house of diplomatic rest. I ascended alone; and having, besides our night expedition, marched the whole preceding day on foot, it was with great difficulty I surmounted the ascent. On entering the battery, Fenton came down the ladders. He seemed at first rather more surprised than pleased to see me. He appeared quite changed, and had not shaved since Ulysses had been a prisoner, which is the way the Greeks express extreme sorrow at any sinister event. His physiognomy bore a savage, restless expression; but he was soon most cordial and profuse in his expressions of friendship. He declared himself quite tired of the monotonous existence of the cave, and I perceived he was not on good terms with Trelawney. Kariaskaki, and several leading chiefs of our little army desired Ulysses's release, as his name alone was a host against the Turks. It had been agitated among them to demand his being set at liberty, and the inhabitants of Livadia claimed that their chief ought to be given up to them, as Collocotroni had been to the Maureotes. I was very willing to enter into any plan for Ulysses's release, for I was quite tired of my present command, as I found it impossible to attach the soldiers to me, or do any thing with them. Trelawney, from having married Ulysses's sister, was looked upon quite as a native captain. He was resolved to hold fluence of remorse, he confessed before several witnesses that he had shot Trelawney with his own hands. The applause of some of the Greek chiefs has, however, quieted his conscience, and I understand that he now bears himself highly, and is quite proud of his exploit. the cave as long as the chief was alive, and, if betrayed, they had always their magazine of powder, and Cameron, who had charge of it, was quite ready for the work. Every attempt had been made to gain possession. Ułysses was brought there under an escort, and a summons to Trelawney to surrender extorted from him; but, as long as the garrison remained faithful within, they could defy all foes without. Fenton, I found, did not dine with Trelawney. I insisted on his doing so that day. He talked much of his fidelity to the chief, and said Trelawney would rather see the devil himself than Ulysses. I did all I could to conciliate them, as unanimity was absolutely necessary in our present situation. When they were blockaded by Government troops, Fenton had been attacked at the foot of the mountain by a party of thirty men, with whom he skirmished up the hill, and escaped wonderfully-one ball grazing his cheek, while another struck his gun; but he was swift of foot as a stag, and, could they even have effected it, they held him in too much dread to close on him. He had fully intended, the day of my arrival, to join the Turkish Pasha commanding at Salona. Had he done so, with his enterprise and activity, I have no doubt we should have found the Turks more actively opposing us. My arrival at the cave, however, occasioned Fenton to change his resolution, and saved many lives of my comrades in arms, though it was, unhappily, the cause of Trelawney's nearly losing his. During the day, a brother of Vangeli, who was a captain attached to Kariaskaki, arrived at San Georgio, bringing a letter from him, without knowing we were at the cave. This was a singular coincidence; and as there had been so many manoeuvres, on the part of Goura, to gain possession of the cave, this bore some appearance of being one. Fenton went down to see them. But how far the sincerity of Kariaskaki's assurances in favour of the chief merited reliance, was not easily to be determined. Ulysses had a strong party even at Athens; for Goura's cruelty and inaptness for command made him every day less popular, and there was some hope the chief's liberation might be effected. As evening came on, I took leave, engaging to come to the cave again before I went to Napoli; and Trelawney sent by me an invitation to Whitcombe to visit him at Parnassus. Having procured mules from the village, we rode all night, and reached the camp by daybreak. On the summit of a hill, rising in a small plain, or rather valley, thickly wooded with olive-trees, bounded on either side by a range of mountains, and opening towards Salona, stood the dismantled Monastery of San Lucca, occupied by Goura, our present commander-in-chief. The lowly cell of the peaceful caloyer was now tenanted by his armed soldiery. A standard of the cross fixed in the ground-boughs cut down and disposed for couches at the foot of the trees-a horse or two picketed, and men in groups around, (their guns hanging from the boughs,) showed where each chief, with his retainers, had taken up his position. On waiting on Goura, I found him holding high divan, in noisy debate, with his captains, while his soldiers were clamorously demanding arrears of pay due to them. I had not seen him since we were together at Athens with Ulysses; and, à la mode du pays, we kissed on meeting. He asked after Colonel Stanhope, and whether he intended returning to Greece. I took advantage of his being engaged to make my visit as short as possible. I told him I had been at the cave, and offered to negotiate with Trelawney if I could be useful to him. 28th.-Advanced beyond Dystoma: met a party retreating, who reported that the Turks were close at hand. Reconnoitred. General Dangley sent an express for reinforcements; and Kariaskaki came up in dashing style, and we pushed on as far as the plains, where we saw only some Turkish cavalry, and found the Turks were already in possession of the town of Disfena, which we intended and ought to have occupied; but even the dilatory Mussulmen are more active in their operations. Having no provisions with us, we retired on Dystoma, and made tambours. 29th, Sunday. The Turks were advancing on Dystoma; on which our men occupied the tambours constructed on the adjoining hills and round the houses. A party of Delhi cavalry, "with their cap of terror en," came close up to us reconnoitring. They were fine-looking fellows; and I could get no volunteers to make a dash at them, as all the men except Whitcombe and about ten others kept behind their intrenchments. I pass over about a fortnight, during which we were harassed with the vicissitudes and petty disasters incident to the wild and desultory warfare in which we were engaged; and come at once to the narration of the memorable treachery practised against my friend in the cave of Ulysses. On the 7th of June, I had persuaded Whitcombe to go to Parnassus, as he seemed heartily tired of "The daily harass and the fight delay'd, The prospect of Mr. Trelawney's hospitality tempted him, and he accordingly left us for the cave. [The attack upon Trelawney, and the continuation of our correspondent's adventure, we must defer till our next number.] KIT CAT SKETCHES. NO. III. Young Heads on Old Shoulders. THE personage who last employed my pencil had an old head upon young shoulders. I have had a subsequent sitter in an opposite predicament. Into the magnificent eating-room of the Union Club House, on Wednesday last, at half-past seven o'clock, there entered one of those very numerous people, whom we middle-aged gentlemen about town have known by sight for the last five and twenty years, and whom we always accost with a mental ejaculation of "Who is that man?" The stranger had a lean long body, which, in the natural course of events, would have been cased in fleecy hosiery, but which, upon the present occasion, was arranged in an olive-brown Wellington frock-coat and white jean waistcoat and trowsers. His cravat was of light-blue silk, his back was as stiff as a peer at a Bedford-square dinner-table, and a small moss rose bloomed in his bosom. Every member of the Union Club is required by its Regulations to write his name upon the small piece of ruled paper upon which he inscribes the particulars of his proposed repast. I overlooked one of the old shoulders of the unknown, while in the act of performing that operation, and read to myself, "Sir Jerk Withers." Fortunately for the world of Paul-Pryhood, and equally unfortunately for Sir Jerk, the new book of Peerage includes the Baronets. The precious volume, bound in red morocco, lay in the newspaper-room. I crossed the hall to inspect it, and turning to the W.'s read as follows: "Sir Jerk Withers, son of Sir Jerom and Dame Arabella, born the 14th of January, 1766." Good, thought I: this makes him sixty years old in January last.-I now returned to the dining-room; and while Sir Jerk Withers was paying his respects to a ragout of veal and a pint of burgundy, I availed myself of that opportunity to reperuse his face and person. Time sometimes makes his chief inroads upon the face, sometimes upon the figure, and sometimes, like bidders at an auction, in two places at once. When he helps us to fat, the face continues to look : young and the body gets old. When he helps us to lean, the body continues to look young and the face gets old. A bulky body is not easily managed for fat, if dislodged from one station takes refuge in another; and tight lacing only makes the matter worse. As Swift says, "You lose in coach-hire what you save in wine." I could name an actress, who, on dropping her fan as a lure to Archer, would be terribly puzzled how to pick it up again, if that seeming servingman should fail so to do. Now Sir Jerk Withers having been complimented by old Scythe-and-hourglass, with a lean body, ought in equity to have had a young looking one. But a tropical climate has given it a bend. Still he carries it jauntily, with an air, as who should say "Hey, damme." Which of us semi-centenarians does not remember Billy Lewis the Comedian? There was a man for a fight with Time! He drew up his chest, grasped the flaps of his coat, è tergo, strutted from one stage-door to the other, with a stiff knee and a harlequin head, and seemed, like old son, to shake forty winters from his shoulders in less time than it would take a stuttering man to ejaculate Jack Robinson. "Even such a man" is Sir Jerk Withers; rather older, indeed, in the body, but proportionally younger in the head. I will not positively assert that the gentleman rouges. Certain, however, it is, that whilst he was in the act of giving directions to one of the dome-buttoned waiters to pull down a window-blind, in order to put out of view the circuitous stand of hackney-coaches, which was performing a hippodrome revolution, in what once was the King's Mews, I could not but remark that his shirt-collar was slightly tinged with vermilion. Nature made the eyebrows and whiskers of Sir Jerk, what mothers call auburn, and all the rest of the world red. These have been cautiously dyed of a sort of a mahogany colour. So, too, he intended to dye the hair of his head, as I have been credibly informed. The process was terrific: few more so since the days of the Martyrs. Sir Jerk's head was rubbed with a magical composition, and he was enjoined to sleep three nights with a huge cabbage-leaf between his scalp and his night-cap, to awaken the virtues of the fluid. He adjourned to the inn at Salt-hill during the experiment, that nobody in St. James's Street might be privy to it. He arose on the morning ensuing his arrival, with high expectations of his own irresistibility. He unbarred his window, like a male Aurora; and, after taking a peep at the little green hillock on the opposite side of the road to which the triennial highway-robberies of the Eton boys have given a celebrity rather disproportionate to its bulk, he proceeded to his mirror, and cautiously removed the cap and cabbage-leaf, in the full hope of finding his grey noddle transformed to a beautiful chesnut-brown. Alas! the virtues of the fluid were not awakened, but those of the cabbage-leaf were! Sir Jerk's hair had become pea-green! Half distracted, he drove home in a hack-chaise at night, hoping in the recesses of his lodgings in Charles-street to be the Green Man and Still. Fate ordered it otherwise: an alarm of fire hurried him from his bed at three o'clock in the morning: he bolted out at the street-door with such precipitation, that his night-cap fell from his head. A Phoenix fireman, who had dipped into the classics, qualified in the dead languages by a new system of instantaneous educa. tion, espying his virid apex, mistook him for old father Thames, and ex |