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[William Henry Humphreys]
Adventures of an English Officer in Greece. No. II.
New Monthly Magazine  Vol. NS 17  (September 1826)  201-08.
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SEPTEMBER 1, 1826.



On the 15th of June, I was informed that there had been a serious quarrel in the fortress; that Trelawney was dangerously wounded, Fenton shot, and Whitcombe detained a prisoner! I determined instantly to go there; Vangeli proposed to accompany me, and Goura was to send an escort with us. To this I could make no objection; though I afterwards found that Goura’s captain expected to gain admission in the cave, by his asking me if I thought “we” should succeed in getting in. This was a fortunate hint. I pushed on with all possible speed: it rained in torrents, which rendered the rugged and stony paths still more difficult. As night came on, it thundered and lightened tremendously. My party consisted of Giuseppe, one soldier, and a lad, my pipe-bearer; Vangeli’s, of about ten men. It was proposed to halt at the village at the foot of the mountain; but I determined to lead them on to the Church of San Georgio.

Giuseppe had heard them say they would oppose my going in, if they were not admitted too. In the temporary dispersion of our party as we crossed the defile and mounted the steep ascent, I desired my pipe-bearer to tell Giuseppe I was gone on, and immediately dashed into a thick underwood, making my way alone towards the cave, which I reached before daybreak. Fearing to disturb Trelawney, I entered a peasant’s rocky dwelling at the foot of the battlements, and waited till morning, when I found my friend supported on a couch with his wife and mother by his side. “Ah, H——, how are you?” he said on seeing me. His wounds were indeed severe, so much so, that had he not possessed the strongest constitution, he could not possibly have survived them. One ball had entered the back of the neck, and turning upwards, came out of his mouth, being stopped by his teeth, one of which it knocked out. The other ball entered lower, and lodged in his right breast. It was now the fifth day since he had received the wounds, and he was looking much better than could be expected, although in great pain and unable to sleep. His voice was still strong, and he spoke without great difficulty, though his lungs were evidently affected. To obtain medical assistance, became the main object; and I resolved to go myself to Napoli, in order that I might procure a surgeon on whom we could rely. Kariaskaki had despatched a message to say he would send the only surgeon then in the camp; but he had not arrived, and had he done so, we could not confidently rely on his good faith. A practitioner in the healing art (a caloyer of a neighbouring monastery) declined attending, from fear of incurring Goura’s displeasure.

On inquiry, I learnt that there had been no quarrel; on the contrary, since Whitcombe’s arrival, the time had passed in feasting and merriment. Fenton, Whitcombe, and Trelawney, had all dined together the preceding Saturday; and after dinner, proposed firing at a mark, and accordingly fixed one at one end of the battlements, and posted themselves at the other close by Trelawney’s house, who was sitting on the veranda, looking on. They asked Cameron to join them, who took one shot with his rifle, and then left them and went to the upper part of the cave. They were then alone with Trelawney: they were firing with carbines. Trelawney said, laughing, “I would beat you both with my pistol;” and placed himself to take his aim. Fenton and Whitcombe stood close behind him. On drawing the trigger of his own pistol, he received two balls in his back, when he staggered to the wall without falling, and exclaimed “Whitcombe, or somebody, has shot me!” Fenton, with the greatest apparent anxiety, came up and supported him, saying, “Do you think he did it on purpose?—I’ll shoot him;” and offered to draw Trelawney’s other pistol from his belt. Luckily, Trelawney put his hand off. Whitcombe ran instantly from the spot, and locked himself into Ulysses’s house, then occupied by Fenton, which hung immediately over the landing-place of the ladders. The soldiers now came up, and Trelawney was borne to his house. Fenton still continued his attentions, and Tre-
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lawney had not any suspicion of him. Whitcombe’s carbine was found discharged.

Fenton’s fate was at hand. As he left Trelawney to go towards his own house, Cameron and the Turk, Mustaphao, fired at him from the upper part of the cave, and killed him on the spot! He died without a groan; one of the balls having passed through his breast.
“Round be spun, and down be fell,
To the last an infidel.”
It now was discovered that
Whitcombe had made his escape, having, by means of his turban, which he untwisted and fastened to the bars of a casement, lowered himself to the ladders; and had got down the mountain as far as the Church of San Georgio, where he was overtaken by a lad who had been in Fenton’s service, and by whom he was brought back without resistance. The men now fastened a rope round his neck, and, with guns presented to his breast, desired him to make his confession. He asserted his innocence; said it was a plot concerted between Kariaskaki, Fenton, and myself; that he had nothing to do with it; and, finally, begged his life. On seeing Fenton’s body, he threw himself down and wept over him.

Cameron was the most single-hearted fellow in existence. I was amused at his explaining his perplexity at the supposition I could have been concerned in such a transaction; though it must be confessed that my unexpected appearance at the cave, my being now a government captain, and my correspondence with Fenton while with Kariaskaki, all tended to make Whitcombe’s assertion very plausible, and the men naturally suspected me. Had Trelawney been killed, there was some chance I might have been shot on my arrival. The two notes Fenton had written me were in my havresack at a village on Mount Parnassus, where our baggage had been posted. We looked over Fenton’s things for my answers, but could not find them.

Cameron had long suspected Fenton’s intentions: he had been employed for two days before in beating down balls of a larger calibre to fit a smaller gun; which he was doing, he said, to fit Whitcombe’s carbine. When Cameron joined these two worthies in firing at the mark, he observed them both, particularly Whitcombe, looking pale and agitated. I asked him why he had not mentioned his suspicions to Trelawney. He answered, “that Trelawney would not have credited them; and he should, most probably, have had his brains blown out for his pains.” Besides the chief’s family and Trelawney, the only constant inhabitants of the cave, were Fenton, Cameron, Favori, Mustaphao, an Albanian Turk, and another old retainer of Ulysses, and two lads in Fenton’s service. Trelawney and Cameron out of the way, the others, who all dreaded Fenton, would not have offered much resistance.

Fenton’s previous intrigues with Mavrocordato, of which the death of Ulysses and Trelawney was the avowed object, naturally fixed suspicion on that Fanariot as the instigator and primum mobile of the entire transaction. It remains, however, in some degree a mystery. Fenton, who might have solved it, lies buried beneath the battlements of the cave—his crimes his monumental stone.

Young Whitcombe had written a letter to me, which I read to Trelawney. It contained chiefly protestations of innocence, avowing that Fenton had done every thing to poison his mind against Trelawney. I now went to the young prisoner, who was in Ulysses’s house. He was lying asleep in his capote; but, as I approached him, he awoke, and, on recovering himself, his first words were, “See what you have brought me to, by advising me to come to the cave.” (I certainly did not advise him to accept Trelawney’s invitation, to make such use as he had of his hospitality.) It appeared that Fenton had told him he considered Trelawney a traitor to Ulysses, and that he had sent messengers to Athens to inform the chief of his suspicion, and that he only waited for authority from him to shoot Trelawney for a traitor.
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To young Whitcombe he held out brilliant prospects of the influence they would have in commanding the fortress, and in possessing its treasures and women; and thus he artfully made him the dupe of his purpose.

Three days after the above event, Ulysses, who might yet have saved Greece, fell a victim to the treachery and inveterate malice of his enemies: he was basely assassinated at Athens, with which place Fenton had been recently in repeated communication.

The day now drawing to a close, I took leave of my wounded friend, in full expectation of soon bringing him a surgeon, which then appeared the only hope of saving his life. Trelawney had said I was like his vampyre. I had, indeed, brought him nothing but misfortunes. Before I knew him, I lost his money, which was carried away in the Gefuri river: my English servant Martin, whom I had left with him, disappeared, on being sent to Hydra, with his baggage and papers; and my visiting the cave, prevented Fenton from joining the Turks, as on that very day he intended to have done. In the evening of Thursday, the 16th of June, 1825, I left Trelawney.

It still rained, and the day was nearly at a close, as I joined Signor Giuseppe, who, with my two men, had been anxiously awaiting intelligence from me at the church of San Georgio, where I had left them the night before. Captain Vangeli and his party had retired to the village; but though they did not seem pleased at my having stolen a march on them, very little had been said. At the village we found Vangeli with his brother. I gave them a very favourable account of Trelawney’s state of health, and told them I proposed going to Napoli. I trusted to the celerity of my movements to avoid any obstruction on the part of Goura; and having procured a mule, by Trelawney’s order, from the protos of the village, I left Vangeli, and took the road to Dystoma, leaving our camp about a day’s march to their right. But the rain, which now fell in torrents, and the extreme darkness of the night, rendered it next to impossible to make our way through such execrable paths; and after about two hours’ march, we sought shelter in a ruined church, where we attempted to make a fire, but found the smoke unbearable, which, added to more than usual swarms of vermin, fairly dislodged us. We were lying down, for an hour or two’s sleep, outside the walls, when we heard the sound of voices and approaching footsteps. A party of Turks, we thought, beyond doubt. Our guns were quickly ready; and, posting ourselves near the entrance of the church, we prepared to receive the new comers, whether friend or foe. “Ποίον είδας;” the Greek challenge of, “Who goes there?” was now given, and answered by the same query repeated by the stranger party. A Greek possesses intuitively the most acute and ready perception: and Demo, one of my men, instantly pronounced them Greeks; and though that did not completely establish them as friends, yet finding they had the advantage of numbers I bade them welcome, making a merit of what was rather a matter of necessity. They said they were a foraging party of Kariaskaki’s, but their knapsacks (not like those of our soldiers, strapped in due order on their backs, but bags slung and carried under cover of their capote, over one shoulder) indicated they had another destination; and they could have no other object but to desert to the Turks, the way they were taking. There were fifteen of them, and a most ruffian-like band, and we were but five; the odds were, therefore, three to one in numbers, had they any hostile intentions. Having now more hands, we collected wood enough to light a fire in the rain, at which I posted myself with them, forming the usual cross-legged circle round it; and after entering gaily into conversation with this amiable coterie, I slept an hour or two on a heap of stones, and then, with the first glimpse of dawn, we continued our march. On reaching Dystoma, now nearly deserted by the inhabitants, I learned there was a caique at Aspra Spitia, where we gained the sea-shore. There were no other boats to be obtained but those which crossed the gulf laden with supplies of corn for our camp, and we were obliged, which I would rather have avoided, to go to the magazines where the commissariat was carried on. The wind was not fair, and there were no hopes of sailing that day.

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Saturday, 18th. The whole day passed before the boat would sail, as there were numbers of soldiers and people going over; and when our caique put off, we had only room to stand on deck, while the sides of our fragile bark were nearly on a level with the water. A breeze springing up, caused a scene of perfect confusion, as half of the men began wringing their hands, insisting on returning, and imploring all the saints in the calendar. The sudden squalls coming from the mountains, make the gulf of Lepanto, at times, really dangerous; and once before, crossing with a party of Ulysses’s soldiery, we narrowly escaped, and only by running our boat on shore, which we were fortunate enough to make. The wind dying away, we proceeded slowly, by help of oars, along the bay of Corinth, and it was past mid day, on Sunday when we landed. The first thing I heard was, that Ulysses was dead. At first I doubted the dismal tidings; but, on going to the commandant’s, I learned there was no room for doubt. Ulysses’s death was as true as I believe the reported manner of it was false.* Ulysses was murdered at Athens, three days after Trelawney’s attempted assassination; and curse on him who bears the guilt! It was evening ere I could get horses, and during the night we lost our road.

Monday, 20th. On entering Napoli, almost the first person I met was Jarvis the American. The affair of the cave was known. I told Jarvis I was going on to my house at Gastouni; for I knew him as an agent of Mavrocordato, to whom he would not fail to report my arrival. I could not find Doctor Tyndall for some time. We then agreed to leave Napoli the next day, as it would be requisite for the Doctor to obtain a passport to leave the town (a new regulation since I had been at head-quarters, or I would not have ventured within the walls.) I again met Col. Fabvier, and he was amused at my appearance, for my fustinella was black with dirt, and, to an European eye, contrasted ridiculously with my gay gold-laced jacket and silk turban. I dined with him and Count Pozzo, and the time passed quickly in recounting our adventures since we had parted at Malta. Fabvier was then waiting the tardy and procrastinating determination of the government to appoint him to the command of the skeleton, or rather embryo, of the solitary existing regiment of regulars.

21st. The next day, having made purchases of different articles for Trelawney, which were necessary to aid his recovery, I prepared to depart, and went out of the town. After passing the guard, I missed Tyndall, and returning, found him detained by the sentinel, who had been ordered to stop him by Adam Ducas, minister of war, who happened to be walking on the ramparts above the gate, at the very moment of our passing. I went instantly to speak to him, and following him to his house, where he had retired, demanded the reason of Doctor Tyndall’s detention, who was leaving the town with me. He begged me to remain there a few moments, when he left the room. After some time I was requested to go to the police-office, which was crowded with soldiers, and I was there told I was myself arrested, by order of the Government, for having left the camp without leave. Leave a Greek camp without leave! There was not a shadow of excuse in such a here unheard-of proceeding. I cocked and drew a pistol from my belt. Had there been a gesture made to attack me, I should have used it; but the minister of police coming up to me, implored me to surrender. I really saw no use in taking the lives of the wretches who surrounded me, or of losing my own without any reason, and I threw the pistol down; and then, for very vexation, burst into tears; and then, enraged at having done so, I again thought of forcing my passage; but on Tyndall’s coming in I remembered the first object was to procure Trelawney a surgeon. I myself could be of no use to him, or I should not have left the cave when I was there. Tyndall therefore went to Mavrocordato, and represented

* See “Picture of Greece,” vol. i. p. 256.
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the injurious treatment he had received, as a foreigner, in being detained from going to aid his countryman, who had fallen a victim to private treachery; Mavrocordato of course very politicly agreed with him, and said it was natural he should go pour sauver son compatriote. He professed, instead of wishing to impede his progress, to be willing to render him every facility, and assured him that the government would afford an escort for his journey; which amicable disposition was greatly called forth by Tyndall’s hint that he might be able to negotiate with Trelawney to give up possession of the cave. Tyndall also begged to have at least one of my men to accompany him, not placing implicit faith on the government escort. Even that was at first denied; but it was finally settled he was to go the next day, while I was to remain in durance vile, solacing myself, however, that I had succeeded in procuring a surgeon for Trelawney. I now amused myself in venting, in most unqualified terms, my indignation, at being confined on so frivolous a charge; and desired the minister of police to tell Mavrocordato I fully expected some attempt on his part to make me his next victim. Having written him a letter to the same effect, I demanded of the government to be either tried or set at liberty. Had they (considering
Ulysses as a rebel) arrested me on the suspicion of favouring his party, they would have been nearer the mark. I was now in a novel situation, a prisoner in a little stone room, looking into a walled court-yard. My companions were a man confined for a murder he had just committed, another for a robbery, and the third was a captain of Ulysses, who had joined the Turks. The minister of police, no thanks to the government, had indeed the politeness to send me a mattress of his own; but the host of fleas that infested the room made it useless, and I slept out in the yard, which was not so far any great hardship to me, as I had so long been used to make the ground my couch. I now applied to the minister of war to demand rations for myself and men; and on their being refused, I wrote to Mavrocordato, to ask how he reconciled the inconsistency of my being arrested and detained as an officer in their service, on a charge of a breach of discipline, at the same time that I was refused rations. Several of my friends taking up my cause, Emanuel Kalergi, chiefly through Colleti’s influence, obtained leave for me to quit my prison for his house, he making himself responsible for my appearance. As every thing depended on Tyndall’s arriving, without obstruction, at the cave, I did not hesitate an instant to go on my parole, as my not doing so would evidently indicate an intention to attempt to regain the cave, which was what they were resolved to prevent. Any endeavour to do so, before Tyndall had seen Trelawney, would have afforded Mavrocordato a plea for preventing his rendering any assistance. With this idea I accepted Kalergi’s kind offer, but which I afterwards greatly regretted.

——23d. I was now in more comfortable quarters than I had been for some time; Kalergi’s room being fitted up m the Franc style. Signor Giuseppe had found some of his countrymen, so we were better off than on the mountains of Parnassus; but chains, however slight, fetter and gall the very soul. Monsieur le Capitaine Derinais, commanding a French frigate in the Porte, very politely sent me word, that if Captain Hamilton, whom he knew was on the point of arriving, had not been on the spot, he should have been happy to afford me protection. I wrote also to my friend Captain Maclean, at Zante, to free myself as soon as possible from arrest, which, on the grounds stated, was most unauthorised and unjust.

——24th. The Egyptians were now at Tripolizza, and the greatest consternation prevailed in Napoli. The streets were crowded with armed soldiery and the populace; while there was not, in case of a siege, a week’s provision within the walls. The only preparations for defence were carried on by a few Turkish prisoners in the arsenal, under the direction of Colonel Fabvier and his officers, to whom they still hesitated to give the command of the only regiment of regulars, consisting of about three hundred men. Prince Demetrius Ipsilanti occupied the position of the Mulos by the seaside, in the plain of Argos. The poor families, flocking from Tripolizza, were
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now necessarily refused admittance within the walls, and remained at the gates, not knowing where to seek safety.

——25th. The Arabs attacked the Mulos, and we could hear and see the fire. St. George and merry England! I was as badly off as Ivanhoe, and had no lovely Rebecca to answer my question, “How speeds the fight?”

——26th. The Arabs were repulsed yesterday, and continued their march on Argos. Oh for an English vessel I fettered feet are the worst of ills. Colonel Fabvier went out on a reconnoisance.

——27th. The Turkish cavalry rode under the very walls of the town, and captured some camels. A party of about thirty Greeks, chiefly Bulgarians, went out excellently mounted, Kalergi, who was responsible for my appearance, joining them: I accompanied him. Taking the lead, with four others, we fell in with a party of about fifty Mamelukes; but, fearing we were supported, as we debouched from behind a hill, they did not charge us; and, after exchanging a few pistol-shots, they retired. On returning, we fell in with our main body, who were also skirmishing with a strong party. My horse was a fine Arab, but very unmanageable. Charging alone, and presenting my pistol, which missed fire, and wheeling à la Turque, he turned restive; which being perceived, the Turks singled me out, and their shots whizzed right and left: some Greeks then coming up, I got off. I strove to the utmost, to make the Greeks form and charge in a body, but in vain; and the Turks charging, drove us back. I turned on one who had advanced before the rest, and who checked his horse till joined by his comrades; and then, being left quite alone, I reined back in my turn, and followed the others. It is impossible to effect any thing with men who will neither follow nor support you. We had only three horses wounded, and no men. It was a pretty sight enough, and the whole town was on the ramparts looking on. On entering the town I found that a massacre of the few remaining prisoners was going on. One poor fellow, who was in the service of a Greek captain, was dragged along the streets just under my windows, followed by a young Cretan soldier; who, on overtaking him, buried his ataghan in his body. The Turk, he said, had exulted at the sight of his countrymen carrying their victories to the walls of Napoli.

——28th. The Turks had, to all appearances, evacuated the plain, after setting fire to the town of Argos and the surrounding villages. Our party of cavalry the next day taking the field to reconnoitre, I again joined them, and we advanced towards Argos. Being now well mounted in the plain which opened towards Corinth, I deeply regretted I was prevented, by my parole to Kalergi, from attempting to regain the cave; but I could not break that pledge. Three only of our party rode into Argos with me; and we galloped through the smoking ruins, uncertain whether some detachment of the enemy might not remain there. I recollect a Greek, who had attached himself to me, rode immediately to two different houses, one of which I remembered having been quartered in once with Ulysses. He told me they belonged to him. They were the best in the town, and both were left unpillaged. Ibrahim Pacha, I have heard, had a party in the garrison of Napoli, and expected the gates to be treacherously opened to him. This fellow, it would seem, must have had some understanding with the Pacha. The Turks had all retired on Tripolizza, and we rode back again to Napoli without any encounters.

——29th. Captain Hamilton arrived last night in his pinnace, and had a long interview with the Government. The Cambrian came into the bay in the morning; a yacht of Mr. Penley’s in company with her. I requested Kalergi to mention that I proposed going on board the frigate to speak to Captain Hamilton: which he did to Mavrocordato, who answered, my affair would be settled the next day. In the evening, Mr. Mason, Mr. Emerson, and one or two other Englishmen, arrived from Hydra, where they had witnessed a horrible massacre of a hundred and fifty Turkish prisoners; and Mr. Emerson and Mr. Tenant resolved on leaving Greece, and afterwards went on board the Cambrian.

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——30th. “What villainy! Doctor Tyndall has been detained at Corinth, and not allowed to go to the cave.” Finding these words noted in my journal, I went to Mavrocordato’s house, resolved on seeing him at least. He was not there. He was with the President, and I could not gain access to him. I went instantly on board the Cambrian, no longer considering myself bound by any promise, where they acted with such barefaced treachery. My interview with Captain Hamilton was satisfactory. He talked of sending a surgeon from the ship to Trelawney, if he could possibly arrange it.

July 1. Friday. I find I have accused Mavrocordato wrongfully, in charging him with detaining Tyndall. I received a note from him to-day; wherein it appears he had been detained by contrary winds, and surprised by a party of Turks; having lost his baggage, and being without money, Tyndall gave up going, and went to the island of Cerigo, where my servant, whom I had sent with him, left him and returned to me. So there is no chance of my getting a surgeon here for Trelawney; nor can I get back to the cave, having given my parole not to leave Napoli without leave of the Government; nor could I, indeed, have marched, for my horse had wounded me in the foot at Argos, which rendered me completely lame—though that alone would not have prevented my making the attempt. Finding a soldier going to Roumelia that I could rely on, I wrote Trelawney a hasty note. The Rose sloop of war, commanded by the Hon. Captain Abbot, was to sail the next day for Zante; and I asked for a passage in her, which was accorded me, Mavrocordato telling Captain Hamilton they only wished me to leave the country; which, indeed, I had resolved on doing:—but with the full determination of seizing the first opportunity to return from the Ionian Islands, and rejoin Trelawney, I took leave of Col. Fabvier, whom I left suffering from a severe attack of fever; and I well remember, though unhappily I have been induced to neglect, his admonition, not to publish any thing about Greece; for telling the truth is an unpopular mode of writing: but be it a merit or a demerit, I lay claim to have undeviatingly adhered to it; and what I am now scribbling I do most unwillingly, and worse than Falstaff, “by compulsion,” though of my own creating.

On going on board, and being again welcomed among my countrymen, the change appeared indeed delightful. It gave me a perfect attack du maladie du pays, to see so many English faces around me, while every thing looked so thoroughly comfortable; and at night I felt quite awed at lying down on the snow-white sheets in the hammock prepared for me, having been so long a stranger to such luxury. On describing Trelawney’s wounds to Dr. Porteus, surgeon of the Rose, he pronounced his death would either take place soon after I last left him, or, had he survived to the present time, he would be no longer in such imminent danger; and that the ball remaining without being immediately extracted, would not be of material consequence. The die then was either cast, or there was no immediate fear for his life. Our first lieutenant, Mr. Gregory, was an intimate friend of Whitcombe and his family, and I gave the most favourable colouring I possibly could to the transaction, which I had not time, indeed, thoroughly to investigate, for I was then inclined to think Whitcombe had not himself fired at Trelawney. After a pleasant sail, we made Zante on the 9th of July, where, taking leave of my kind friends on board, as Captain Abbot was to proceed immediately to Corfu, I again entered the Lazzaretto off Zante, where, three years before, I had, when reduced to the last extremity by a severe fever, nearly finished my career. Captain Maclean and Dr. Porteus, with their usual attention and urbanity, called to make every offer for my accommodation. I wrote to Sir Frederic Adam to request his interference in behalf of Trelawney and Whitcombe, as being two Englishmen; and determined to wait the result.

——12th. The resident, Sir Charles Sutton, called with Captain Maclean they had heard from Sir Frederick, who replied he could not officially inter-
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fere, though he had no objection to any vessel that happened to be near the spot, extricating them. My best plan then will be to apply again to
Captain Hamilton. A French merchant of Zante, who had just come from the Turkish camp, and was with me in quarantine, said there was an English doctor whom he expected over from Prevesa, who would, he had no doubt, engage to go to the cave; and as the Turkish fleet, blockading Missolonghi now occupied the Gulf of Lepanto, it was the only remaining chance, unless one of our vessels would undertake to go.

——13th. Mr. Manly Power of the 85th, who had been on a cruise with Captain Hamilton, came into quarantine, which made our time pass as pleasantly as a state of forced confinement could allow. Having come to Zante on board a ship of war, the days we passed at sea were counted, and we had only nine days captivity to endure.

There was a captain of a Tribacalo, an adventurous fellow, whom, if I determined on going up the Gulf, I could engage; and I wrote to Captain Maclean, to ask, as I had now left the Greek service, if I was not entitled to a passport, as a trusty, loyal, and well-beloved subject of Great Britain. To redeem my losses, I purposed commencing trader, and forthwith to hire a good ship to go up the Gulf of Lepanto, there to freight what goods might prove most advantageous; for which voyage I requested a passport to pass unmolested through the sublime Sultan’s dominions. Captain Maclean answered, he did not think the colonel would feel himself at liberty to give me a passport for those parts; for, as I was so well-known a character, I could not pass without being recognized; but that he would speak to Captain Hamilton, who was then outside the bay, about the cave affair. I also wrote to Colonel Napier, who was known to Trelawney, to request his influence. The most effectual means of accomplishing my object to aid Trelawney, was certainly to get an English vessel to undertake his rescue, though not so perilous and dashing a manner of effecting it, as if, at all hazards, I attempted to accomplish it by myself; but success was too uncertain not to determine me, in common prudence, to wait first the event of what Captain Hamilton might determine to do.

The 21st was the day of our emancipation from quarantine, and, accepting Captain Maclean’s offer to take up my quarters with him, I once more entered into civilized society, after so long a period passed in adventurous life. I exchanged my gay Albanian for the demure Franc dress. On the 3d of August, I learnt last, that the Sparrowhawk had gone for Trelawney, and Major Bacon, who had visited the cave soon after I had left it, accompanied them; there was then no longer a doubt of their succeeding. When British tars put their hand to a work, one is sure that what man can do will be done.

I was now requested to accompany Captain Demetrius Miaoulis on his mission to England, and I willingly embraced the opportunity of returning so advantageously; and on the 15th, leaving Zante again, to cross over to the Morea, as the admiral’s brig Cimone was then lying off Clarenza,—on the 16th we sailed for England, and arrived on the 3d of October at Portsmouth.

On Mr. Emerson’s and Mr. Tenant’s arrival in England, I learnt of Trelawney’s safe arrival at Cephalonia. They had been with him on board the Cambrian. Whitcombe is now with Goura, in high favour. I know not whether he finds, like Marmion, that in the hour of battle, “sinful heart makes feeble hand.”