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bugle; and his last command was, "If you lose sight of me, seek me in the pacha's tent." In the moment of victory he ordered the pacha to be seized, and received a ball in the loins; his voice still rose above the din of battle, cheering his men, until he was struck by another ball in the head, and borne dead from the fields of his glory.

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5. Not far from the grave of Bozzaris was a pyramid of skulls, of men who had fallen in the last attack upon the city, piled up near the blackened and battered wall which they had died in defending. In my after wanderings I learned to look more carelessly upon these things; and, perhaps, noticing every where the light estimation put upon human life in the East, learned to think more lightly of it myself; but, then, it was melancholy to see bleaching in the sun, under the eyes of their countrymen, the unburied bones of men who, but a little while ago, stood with swords in their hands, and animated by the noble resolution to free their country or die in the attempt.

6. Our guide told us that they had all been collected in that place with a view to sepulture, and that King Otho, as soon as he became of age and took the government into his own hands, intended to erect a monument over them. In the mean time, they are at the mercy of every passing traveler ;b and the only remark that our guide made, was a comment upon the force and unerring precision of the blow of the Turkish sabre, almost every skull being laid open on the side, nearly down to the ear.

7. But the most interesting part of our day at Missilonghi was to come. Returning from a ramble round the walls, we noticed a large square house, which, our guide told us, was the residence of Constantine, the brother of Marco Bozzaris. We were all interested in this intelligence, and our interest was in no small degree increased when he added that the widow and two of the children of the Suliote chief were living with his brother.

8. The house was surrounded by a high stone wall, a large gate stood most invitingly wide open, and we turned toward it in the hope of catching a glimpse of the inhabitants; but, before we reached the gate, our interest had increased to such a point, that, after consulting with our guide, we requested him to say, that if it would not be considered an intrusion, three travelers, two of them Americans, would feel honored

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in being permitted to pay their respects to the widow and children of Marco Bozzaris.

9. We were invited in, and shown into a large room on the right; where three Greeks were sitting cross-legged' on a divan, smoking the long Turkish chibouk. Soon after, the brother entered, a man about fifty, of middling1 height,m spare built and wearing a Bavarian uniform, as holding a colonel's commission in the service of King Otho. In the dress of the dashing Suliote he would have better looked the brother of Marco Bozzaris and I might then more easily have recognized the daring warrior, who, on the field of battle; in a moment of extremity, was deemed, by universal acclamation, worthy of succeeding the fallen hero.

10. Now the straight military frock-coat, buttoned tight across the breast, the stock, tight pantaloons, boots, and straps, seemed to repress the free energies" of the mountain warrior; and I could not but think how awkward it must be for one who had spent all his life in a dress which hardly touched him, at fifty to put on a stock and straps to his boots. Our guide introduced us, with an apology for our intrusion. The colonel received us with great kindness, thanked us for the honor done his brother's widow, and, requesting us to be seated, ordered coffee and pipes.

11. And here, on the very first day of our arrival in Greece, and from a source which made us proud, we had the first evidence of what afterward met me at every step, the warm feeling existing in Greece toward America; for almost the first thing that the brother of Marco Bozzaris said, was to express his gratitude, as a Greek, for the services rendered his country by our own; and, after referring to the provisions sent out for his famishing countrymen, his eye sparkled and his cheek flushed as he told us, that when the Greek revolutionary flag first sailed into the port of Napoli di Romania, among hundreds of vessels of all nations, an American captain was the first to recognize and salute it.

12. In a few moments the widow of Marco Bozzaris entered. I have often been disappointed in my pre-conceived notions of personal appearance, but it was not so with the lady who now stood before me; she looked the widow of a hero; as one worthy of her Grecian mothers, who gave their hair for bow-strings, their girdle for a sword-belt, and, while their heart-strings were cracking, sent their young lovers from

their arms to fight and perish for their country. Perhaps it was she that led Marco Bozzaris into the path of immortality; that roused him from the wild guerilla warfare in which he had passed his early life, and fired him with the high and holy ambition of freeing his country.f

13. Of one thing I am certain, no man could look in her face without finding his wavering purposes fixed, without treading more firmly in the path of high and honorable enterprise. She was under forty, tall and stately in person, and habited in deep black, fit emblem of her widowed condition, with a white handkerchief laid flat over her head, giving the Madonna cast to her dark eyes and marble complexion. We all rose as she entered the room; and though living secluded, and seldom seeing the face of a stranger, she received our compliments and returned them with fars less embarrassment than we both felt and exhibited.

15. But our embarrassment, at least I speak for myself, was induced by an unexpected circumstance. Much as I was interested in her appearance, I was not insensible to the fact that she was accompanied by two young and beautiful girls, who were introduced to us as her daughters. This somewhat bewildered me.

16. While waiting for their appearance, and talking with Constantine Bozzaris, I had in some way conceived the idea that the daughters were mere children, and had fully made up my mind to take them both on my knee and kiss them; but the appearance of the stately mother recalled me to the grave of Bozzaris; and the daughters would probably have thought that I was taking liberties" upon so short an acquaintance, if I had followed up my benevolent purpose in regard to them; so that, with the long pipe in my hand, which, at that time, Í did not know how to manage well, I cannot flatter myself that I exhibited any of the benefit of Continental travel.

17. The elder was about sixteen, and even in the opinion of my friend Dr. W., a cool judge in these matters, a beautiful girl, possessing in its fullest extent all the elements of Grecian beauty; a dark, clear complexion, dark hair, set off by a little red cap embroidered with gold thread, and a long blue tassel hanging down behind, and large black eyes, expressing a melancholy quiet, but which might be excited to shoot forth glances of fire more terrible than her father's sword.

18. Happily, too, for us, she talked French, having learned

it from a French marquis who had served in Greece and been domesticated with them; but young and modest, and unused to the company of strangers, she felt the embarrassment common to young ladies when attempting to speak a foreigng language. And we could not talk to her on common themes. Our lips were sealed, of course, upon the subject which had brought us to her house. We could not sound for her the praises of her gallant father.

19. At parting, however, I told them that the name of Marco Bozzaris was as familiar in America as that of a hero of our own revolution, and that it had been hallowed by the inspiration of an American poet; and I added that, if it would not be unacceptable, on my return to my native country I would send the tribute referred to, as an evidence of the feeling existing in America towards the memory of Marco Bozzaris. My offer was gratefully accepted; and afterward, while in the act of mounting my horse to leave Missilonghi, our guide, who had remained behind, came to me with a message from the widow and daughters, reminding me of my promise.

20. I make no apology for introducing' in a book the widow and daughters of Marco Bozzaris. True, I was received by them in private, without any expectation, either on their part or mine, that all the particulars of the interviewP would be noted and laid before the eyes of all who choose to read. I hope it will not be considered invading the sanctity of private life; but, at all events, I make no apology; the widow and children of Marco Bozzaris are the property of the world.

a § 14. 5. b § 12. 2. c Why italics? d See W. D. g § 57. h § 11. 8. i § 43. l§ 55. n § 49. o § 45. p § 43. 15. s § 43. 2. z § 54. w § 11. 8. v § 44. 11. x § 49. 3. e 14. 1. m § 43. 8.

No. 1. What interesting spot in Greece? What can you say of this tomb? How does the writer compare him with ancient heroes? What was the condition of the country at the two respective times? How and for what length of time did he defend the town How did he live? How did he act in battle? What of human life in the East? What did the judge say? What most interested the writer? Describe the dress and personal appearance of Constantine. Was he in his native dress? Why? What did the writer meet in Greece, which made him feel proud? The personal appearance of the widow of Bozzaris? What was the writer's embarrassment? What can you say of her daughters? What did the writer promise? His apology? Ought the example of Bozzaris to be followed?

No. 2. Monumental, distant, prospect, fool-hardy, victory, carelessly, acclamation, immediately, afterward.

No. 6. Three commas omitted in verse ninth, and two changed to semicolons; correct them. § 11. § 12.

No. 7. Here and hear, hair and hare, peace and piece, done and dun. No. 8. 3. 8. and 13.

No. 10. In verse tenth, what kind of a sentence is the first? Mention the subject, predicate, and object.

No. 12. Spell and define the ninth verse, and give the sound of every vowel.

LESSON VI.

MARCO BOZZARIS, THE EPAMINONDAS OF MODERN GREECE.

His

He fell in an attack upon the Turkish Camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. last words were-" To die for liberty is a pleasure and not a pain."

1. Ar midnight in his guarded tent,

2.

The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble in his power;

In dreams, through camp and court, he bore
The trophies of a conqueror;

In dreams his song of triumph heard;
Then wore his monarch's signet ring,
Then pressed that monarch's throne-a king;b
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,
As Eden's garden bird.c

At midnight in the forest shades,

Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,
True as the steel of their tried blades,

Heroes in heart and hand.

There had the Persian's thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood
On old Platea's day:

And now there breathed that haunted aird
The sons of sires who conquered there,"
With arm to strike, and soul to dare,

As quick, as far as they.

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