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and exulting in a species of legislative tle encouragement to any one who bondage! Who could tell what the might be disposed to speculate upon end was to be? Who could declare his country's independence. And he, what would become of this fantastic therefore, wisely contented himself structure, when the inert masses on with doing what he could, by aiding, which it was built should become in- both with his purse and his personal stinct with motion and life— when the influence, in every project by which breath of the agitator should summon Ireland might be advanced in social into activity the slumbering, energies and intellectual improvement—while that had so long been spell-bound? he indulged the bent of his genius, as Who could then foresee distinctly the reader has already seen, in those what would now seem such an inevita- conjectures respecting foreign states, ble result? And if that end was visible which are marked by such prophetic to Dr. Madden's mental ken, the time shrewdness ; a liberty which he could was not propitious for any such disclo- not take nearer home, without alarm. sure of his views as would have alarm- ing the fears, and provoking the jeaed the jealousy of our rulers; who lousies, of many amongst the great and would fain keep this country in as great powerful; and probably drawing down subjection to England, as the Popish upon himself a suspicion of Jacobitism, were to the Protestant party in Ire- or, of being a mover and contriver of land. The then recent examples of sedition, and an enemy to the settle. Swift and Molyneux, afforded but lit- ment at the Revolution.
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CHAPTER 1.-A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE AMONG THE RUINS OF MYCENÆ.
There is a plain, wide and extensive, whence none have come forth, and beautiful as it is desolate, which lies where none have entered, except, it for ever basking in the light of may be, the mournful ghosts of the Eastern skies; where the soft winds, ancient departed, as they passed and freighted with the sweet odours stolen repassed, to visit the habitation of their from the far-off burning climes, pass clay. And daily has the first bright on unheeded with their fragrance ; sun-ray stolen down upon the giant and where no sound is heard save the sepulchre, where reposed the royal faint voice of the distant waves, that corpse of him, whom Homer styled seem to wail feebly like the lamenting the King of Men ; but of living things of spirits that cannot rest. All around there is none, save one huge serpent stands a noble rampart of lofty hills ; that haunts these stately ruins, and on one side, the deep purple hue of sits, coiled on a mighty pillar's base, that flowery waste seems to merge like the emblem of that sin, for whose imperceptibly into the yet deeper blue sake the cities of the earth are shaken of the gently undulating sea; and on from their centre, and swiftly over. the wildest and most desert spot in all thrown. that desert plain there lie the ruins of To-night, the cold, bright moonan ancient city.
beams nestled quietly amongst these Three thousand three hundred years huge Cyclopean ruins, and glittered has that ancient city lain there even steadily upon the stupendous blocks of as we now behold it, unchanged and those mysterious structures, whose undisturbed_since the hour when the original purpose none can now exprogress of its ruin was mysteriously plain. Those moonbeams in the East stayed, and the hand of Decay palsied seem to have a purifying power, in the midst of its destructive work, stolen from the sphere whence they that these stupendous monuments come, which gives a fairer aspect to might traverse, like things imperish. all things on which they beam ; and able, the cycles of unnumbered cen- they had turned the unspotted marble turies, and stand forth before each to a deadly whiteness, and shed a pale living race of men, the solemn, voice- pure light all round that mighty tomb, less witnesses of an unknown past. as though they had veiled it in an etheElsewhere over the face of this our real shroud. In this, the shrine of an world the waves of time have been eternal solitude, the deep silence is violently sweeping, swallowing up the less profound by night than during kingdoms, making a wreck of empires, the sultry day; for then the beasts of and speeding on the generations to prey come howling round the desert their doom; but here there has been city, and the rushing wings of the no change save in the fading of the night-bird disturb the quiet air. And glorious day into the mild and radiant now to these another sound is added, night, or the melting of the morning and the gallop of a swift horse coming loveliness into the glowing light of near, echoes loudly on the plain; it noon. Immovable, impassible, those proceeds directly from the point where, two great headless lions have kept glaring redly amid the fairer moontheir watch over the city's gates, light, there may be distinguished a
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fire that has been kindled by human the past, in which, as in hieroglyphics, bands; and soon, approaching rapidly it has written over the face of this upon the hard, dry ground, the horse earth the history of its remotest days, and his rider enter within the circle of to talk of the deeds and sufferings, the ancient ruins. They paused before the hopes and sorrows, of the living the Gate of the Lions, and the horse- generation, that now for so short a man, dismounting, entered on foot time are located in the habitation of into the City of the Dead.
this world. But in the records of He was a man in the prime of life, eternity, the comparative value of all wearing a black uniform, with a cap, on things is measured by a computation which was impressed the symbol of a very different from ours. We, with death's-head, and underneath were in- our past of but a few short years, scribed the words,“ Liberty or Death." and our finite minds that cannot grasp The fire, which marked the spot whence a morrow, are no judges of the greater he had come, had been kindled by his or the less. We are unable to trace companions in arms; and they were in the present glory or power, the the men forming that gallant and fruit of past events which seemed of noble company, who shall live in the little moment, or in the words and hearts of their countrymen, whatever deeds of to-day, the germ of future may have been their name and desig. might; we cannot see how much nation elsewhere, as the defenders of greater is the seed from whence hereGreece alone! for this glorious title after shall spring a stately tree, than they won to themselves with the barter the noblest oak that ever spread its of their life, and sealed their right to branches to the sky, if it is withering it in their own blood. They were at the heart, and decay in secret those young men, Greeks, Philellenists, sapping its life. If the narrow sphere and volunteers from the various coun- where one great man a while was seen tries of Europe, all in the summer of to move, became the centre of a their days, who, having devoted them- mighty empire, so might the petty selves to the cause of Greece (that state, where a few thousands gave beautiful slave pouring out her beart's their lives for freedom, be the focus best blood for the purchase of her whence liberty should emanate to freedom), had been formed into a many nations."
Therefore we may battalion of infantry, which was termed talk' of the Greek revolution among the “ Hieros Lochos," or sacred band. the ruins of Mycenæ, and tell how, Once they had been five hundred at the period of which we speak, strong, but four hundred lay stiff in the sympathies of all Europe were their death-wounds, in the cold swamps stirred for those brave sons of Greece, of Wallachia. Still those who re- still at this hour slaves, at least in mained were undaunted and true, as name, who had so nerved themthe symbol on their caps well proved, selves to this one noble struggle. from which they were called “ Mav- Two years and more they had wrestled rophorites ;” and they were for their freedom_how bravely and tinually reinforced by new detach- how gloriously, they only can tell, ments from Europe of those noble yet living who witnessed it, or those friends to Greece, who scrupled not who, having since wandered over that to leave their dear homes and dearer restored country, have read the records friends, to die for a country which of its strife in the myriad graves of its had no claim upon them-save that it soldiers, or the broken hearts of the was oppressed? He who had now survivors; but though not one spark traversed that lonely moor to visit the of their generous ardour had been desert city, was an English Philellenist, quenched by the blood of their breand he had stolen these few hours of thren so lavishly shed, still at this his needful rest, and left the gay so- juncture Greece seemed destined to be ciety of his companions, to wander but the altar whereon a mighty sacrihither, because that plain was the fice was offered up to liberty, day by plain of Argos, and the city was day, and life by life. Yet with one Mycenæ, the seat of the royal Aga- heart had they risen to struggle in memnon's power.
that worthy cause, and not the cold It seems strange to turn from the hand of death itself could still the contemplation of ruins such as these, throbbing of that universal pulse. fragments from the great wreck of Corinth was in the hands of the infidel