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VOL,. II.
ATHENS, GEORGIA, JUNE 8, 1833.
NO. 12.
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EVENINGS IN GREECE.
The following elegant version of a mythological sto
ry, is extracted fron^i second volume o, Mr. Moore’s
Evenings in Greece™ust published—a work abound
ing in graceful and fanciful descriptions :
As love one summer eve, was straying,
Who should he see, at that soft hour,
Hut young Minerva, gravely playing
Her flute, within an olive bower.
1 need not say, ’tis Iiove’s opinion
That, grave or merry, good or ill,
The sex how all to his dominion,
As woman will be woman still.
Though seldom yet the boy hath given
To learned dames his smiles or sighs,
.So handsome Pallas look’d, that even,
Love quite forgot the maid was wise.
Resides, a youth of his discerning
Knew well that, by a shady hill,
At N’iiis'*t hour-whafe’er her learning—
A ornaa will be v o nan still.
Her flute he praised in terms ecstatic,
Wishing it dumb—nor car’d how soon—
For wisdom’s notes, howe’er chromatic,
To love seem always out o'" tunc.
But long as he found face to flatter,
The nymph found breath to shake and thrill;
As, weak or wise—it doth not matter—
Woman, at heart, is woman still.
I save chang’d his plan, with warmth exclaiming
“ How brilliant was her lips’ soft dye !”
And much that flute, the sly rogue blaming,
For twisting lips so sweet, awry.
The nymph looked do'vn-.heheld her features
Reflected in the passing rill,
And started, shriek’d—for, ah, ye creatures !
Ev’n when divine, you’re women still.
Quick from the lips it made so odious
That graceless flute tile goddess took.
And while yet filled with breath melodious.
Flung it into the glassy brook ;
Where, as its vocal life was fleeting
Adown the current, faint and shrill,
At distance long’twas heard repeating,
“ Woman, alas, vain woman still!”
SACRED MELODIES.
BY JOHN MOORE.
Time sat on a sunbeam, and looked on the earth,
On the lovely, the gay, and the free ; .
And said ‘ it is thus from mortality’s birth,
And so unto death it must be.
Men fill up the wine.cup, men gather in gain,
Men wiidlv rush on to the grave;—
Hope blooms till it dies—but ne’er blossoms again,
And when lost, there is nought that can save.’
yet every one on board loved him, and ap-
I c red to take pleasure in executing his man
dates ; there was something so singularly
and impressively interesting in the express
ion of his countenance—something so stern,so
noble, and so decisive, that I felt, as I gazed
upon him, that his like I should never behold
. .aim As my eyes fell from the banner of
my country, they encountered his; he had
een observ ing me for some time, and I felt
..at ms penetrating glance was master of my
feelings. ‘ American,’ said he, advancing,
‘ these hands were the first that ever raised yon
proud banner to a gatf; 1 fought, hied and
conquered under your stars and stripes, and
while the arm that first reared it is left me, it
snail never be lowered in submission to cre
ated man.’ I could make no answer to his
speech, hut I grasped his hand with a pres
sure which indicated far more than words
could express; after a moment’s pause he
looked around to observe that none were with
in hearing, and again resumed. < Yes, stran
ger, I once shot a man dead for laying his
hands upon the haulyurds with the intent of
striking that proud banner to a foeman.’ A
fierce though animated light for a moment
illuminated his expressive eye, and then turn
ing abrupt!, away, he strode to. a distant part
of the quarter deck, with a manner which
seemed to forbid further intercourse. This
singular man made a deep impression upon
me ; I resolved to study him well during the
voyage.
There was a general movement amongst
the ship’s company, and the eyes of all on
board were turned towards the squadron, and
then, inquiringly, on the Captain as if to hear
and obey his commands.
His Britanic Majesty’s ship Hyperion, had
overhauled the squadron, had informed them
by signals, that the Duke of Clarence, now
William the Fourth, King of England, was on
hoard. In a few minutes the peak of every
vessel in the fleet, save ours, was lowered,
and for a while nothing was heard on the
waste of water, but the creaking sheaves as
the nail yards sped swiftly turoaga tiio blocks;
peak after peak, fell in honor to the royal
passenger, but the gatf of our vessel was mo-
of thine from the galf and trample it beneath
our feet.”
At this disgraceful allusion to our flag, the
lips of our comma rider quivered with conceal
ed rage, and turning to one of the sturdy sea
men that lined the deck, he vociferated, “ Bar
nacle, throw that man overboard ?” “ Ay, ay!
sir,” exclaimed the veteran, and seizing the
slight form of the midshipman, he hoisted him
over the gunwale and plunged him into the
sea beneath.
A roar of laughter ensued amongst the sons
of Neptune, and even the British seamen were
observed to chuckle with smothered delight
as they drew him dripping from the briny el
ement, and shoved off to return. When the
yawl which contained the exasperated mid
shipman had arrived at the side of the British
vessel, a general stir was observed on her
decks; her long black yards were swung
round, and her bow wore to windward in a
straight line with our vessel, and it was evi
dent by their movements that it was their in
tent to run us down and pour in a broad side.
Studding sails, spankers, and stay-sails, were
spreading in all parts of her wide extended
rigging, and in a low minutes every boom,
mast, and stay, was clothed in its respective
robe of flowing canvass ; yet for nearly an
hour, during which she had gained rapidly
upon us, we continued our course without
adding a sail to those with which we had clear
ed the harbour. Our commander, who had
hitherto stood silently regarding the advan
cing vessel, turned to the seamen with the
usual premonitory command of “ silence in
an instant the murmured hum which arose
rom the ship’s deck, was hushed, and each
ear sharpened to catch the following order :
“ clear away the long Tom ?”*
“ Ay, ay, sir!” shouted a dozen of the sea
men—and in a few moments, the gun was
prepared for discharging, and the men stood
awaiting his further orders.
By this time, the advancing ship had ap
proached so near that her bobstays and lan
yards were seen distinctly relieved from the
dark and massive hull ; men were observed ;
clambering the shrouds crowding forward and
stationing themselves in the starboard chains
end are fain to accept of any offer they can
get, in order to avoid what they consider the
more dreadful alternative of living and dying
old maids. v
Molly ray, of Toppingtown, was a very
pretty lass, and a very proud one. She was
the seventh daughter of Deacon Nehemiah
Gray, a moderate farmer, who, to tax his
ubili y to the utmost, could not give his daugh-
t ers cacli a setting out exceeding the val
ue of two hundred dollars. Her six sisters
usual, but pleading as an excuse that to-mor-1 would have been considered the incredible
tionless, and reared its proud head, while all : for the'purpose of viewing and admiring the
around had submissively fallen. When I j sa(lcy Yankee, who evinced no disposition ci-
learut the cause ot this movement, l turned j t j, er to run away or come to close quarters ;
towards the captain, and never shall I lorget I stil , she swept onwards> and in a f ew min . .
the ghastly smile, that at that moment play, j ules the letJers of her name grew ] eg ibl v de- i l> ai; ‘ s to appear spruce at church, at evening
ed around his lips. ‘Fools'’ muttered he. 1 _i i .« <• ... 0 i -i .—ii* rx.riiac nnd wltorovor IKdtd wna lKo Innct
had all married respectable farmers and me
chanics, and were well to do in the world.
But Molly, who was the beauty and pride of
the family, resolved to look a little higher
than uer sisters. She would not take up with
the liumdrumjetters—the farmers and me
chanics of Toppingtown—not she. Sho won
dered her sisters had no more * respect for
themselves than to marry such coarse, unman
nerly critters. For her part she meant to have
a man that was somebody.
Before she was fairly eighteen she, began
to be wooed. Her beauty, the respectability
of the Deacon, the Deacon’s wife, and indeed
the whole family,early procured her plenty of
suitors. J5ut they were not to Miss Molly’s
t.isie; and though she felt some little vanity
in being wooed, even by farmers and mechan
ics, she was not to be thus won
Her first lover was Joshua Ploughshare.
He was a sober, industrious, moral young
man, of twenty-three, well to live, and resol
ved on getting a wife. He was quite taken
with Molly Gray, insomuch that he never
passed her in the street or'saw her at church,
but his heart beat as though it would fly out
of his jacket.
“ She’s an all-fired handsome gal, that,
said he to himself, “ and if I could only mar
ry her, I should be the happifcst teller in all
Toppingtown.”
Indeed Joshua was so smitten with the
Deacon’s pretty daughter, that he thought of
little else day and night. He dreamt-of her
beauty when asleep, and mused upon her
charms when awake. Sometimes when dri
ving his oxen, and thinking of his love, he
would exclaim, “Come hither, Molly !” mean
ing Berry, the name of his near ox. And he
called a favorite bay filly after the name of
the Deacon’s daughter.
The operations of his heart had an effect
upon his outside ; and he took uncommon
Turin look’ll on a rose—’twas a beautiful flower,
Time pnzed on the flower with a sigh,
And said though in bloom—1t’ou will die in an hour; he cast his eyes jealously along‘the spotless
1 non hast blossomed, art sweet, and must die; °
muttered he, j tachcd from tl)C f orcnettingj ^ the swelling p-rties, and wherever there was the least
probability of meeting with his charmer. In
deed he laid out more money upon clothes
than his habits of economy would otherwise
‘ minions, to do homage to the boy whose
father’s loot is on their necks—by heavens, j hearin
I’d suffer death before my-peak should bow less , attentively surveying the noble Briton
to their ciieminate pup of the purple ; and
notes of “Rule Britannia” rose upon our
s , yet our commander stood motiou-
And the maiden that nurtured and guarded with cars
Thy growth, ore the morrow shall lie
A branch of the wilderness desert and bare,
Torn off from mortality’s tree.
Jli i tf c 11 \ a w n,
From the Philadelphia Times.
SCENES ON THE OCEAN.
BY BOR HOSTING.
The Convoy.—We had been detained in
canvass.
* John Bull seldom allows such disrespect
as this is to go unpunished,’ whispered Bob
Bur .acle ; ‘ see, they are lowering the yawl
from the duvittk for the purpose of boarding
us, and if the judgment of an old seaman
don’t deceive him, we shall have some heav
ing of iron before this squall blows over.’ ‘I
hope nothing serious may accrue to us,’
said I.
The naval veteran shook his head
lrnpor-
Kingston Harbour lor several days, waiting 1 tantly, as lie answered, ‘ the captain is like a
the departure of an English Convoy ; the day Dutch lugger in a blow.’ As the veteran
ot sailing hud at length arrived, and we were co.iclu led, he moved away, leaving me to
as she swiftly advanced, dashing proudly j have permitted, merely to render his person
aside the white spray that gathered around | attractive in the eyes of Miss Molly. Thus
her bow; not a word was spoken on board he endeavored to make a favorite impression
qf our ship, andeverv eve was bent on the . U P 011 her heart. But on the subject of love it
Englishman, with absorbing interest; it was was along time before he ventured to break
the most exciting moment of my life ; I fairly the ice. He looked, and blushed, and sighed
held my breath with the thrilling indescri- hut said not a word on the theme which he
waited gracefully to sea by the trade wind, conjecture
which blew fresh and favorable, and promised sentence.
the
bable feeling that was awakened in my mind
‘ Stand by the weather braces ?’ shouted our
commander; and the ropes were disengaged
from their respective elects; again an inter
val of silence succeeded as the captain again
turned his gaze on the ship in chase. ‘Wear
ship,’ shouted he at the top of his voice, and
the long yards of our vessel were swung
.. . ! around till her bow veered to windward;
, J . tins mancevre was scarcely executed, when a
most wished to speak upon.
At length, however, his resolution was
screwed to the sticking point; and one Sunday
evening, in the month of May, beheld Joshua
tying his bay filly to a hook at one corner of
Deacon Gray’s house. Molly was looking
out at the window at the time—whether
expectation of a spark, or merely to enjoy
the beauties of the spring, history saitli not—
but as soon as she saw Mr. Ploughshare
with its co tinuunce a speedy arrival to the the commander ; for a moment he regarded
l nited States. Flic fleet was composed ot ; the yawl as it left the ship’s side, and then
at least forty sail, vessels ot all nations, who j folding his arms, he continued to pace the
had, like us, sought the Convoy’s protection j quarter deck until its arrival. Our indepen-
1 rom the many piratical cruisers, which at | dent bearing had been perceived by the whole
that time infested the shores oi the West India 1 squadron, and the eyes of men, ot more than
Islands. There might have been seen the , one nation, were turned upon us with jealous
clumsy Hollander, and the more fragile ves- j curiosity, and a thrill of national pride tra.
sal of Spain, the large unwieldy barque of j versed my veins as I contemplated the proud
Russia, and the light felucca ol the Mcditcra- j sense of freedom we hud so nobly displayed;
nean, the strong and handsome Englishman, yet we had committed a daring if not u rash
and the beautiful fast sailing trader ot the action, and there was ;;o alternative but to
United States, the high black lugger of Bre
men, and the long low cruiser of Portugal ;
all with their flowing canvass set, gracefully
Again I turned my ^ attention to , volume of smoke issued fram thc bow ’ s of the j ride up, she modestly withdrew behind the
ploughing the green waves of the Atlantic,
I embarked in an American ship, bound for
the port of Baltimore, a truly noble vessel;
and I felt a secret pride thrill my veins, as I
cast my eyes along the tapering spars, suffer
ing thtlm to rest upon the well trimmed head
rigging and bellying top sail: there was not
follow it up manfully, or disgrace the proud
pennons that floated over us, in presence of
the citizens of almost all the Christian nations
of Europe. The dark man who paraded the
quarter, was the sole being upon whom was
rested the responsibility of our country’s hon
or; his command might exalt us in the eyes
of many a jealous rival, or on the other hand
it might render us an object of contempt and
ridicule : but at that moment I felt a certain.
a brace, stay, or haulyard, but was drawn tort; ty of conviction, that our commander would
to its respecti. e place, and the light foot ropes
hung in graceful curves from the uumerous
yards in beautiful contrast with the running
and standing rigging. On deck every thing
presented as neat an appearance as Mcft, the
guns were newly painted and bound to their
places with widely plaited breeching, the deck
had been cleared of everv fibre of useless
stuff, and the running rigging hung from the
elects and belaying pins in beautiful coils.—
M hen I had finished my survey of her ap
pearance, I turned almost involuntarily to
wards the stem, and suffered my gaze to fall
upon the star-spangled banner, which rolled
in graceful folds from the main gaff the
guardian of all this beauty—the protection of
all this elegance.
Our Captain was a large and finely moul-
ded man, but the most distant and tacit being
I had ever encountered ; he would stand for
hours leaning over the taffrail, and gazing in
the blue deep of the ocean, as if he could read
therein some darkly fascinating page of futu
rity ; his eyes were grey and deeply sunken,
yet they glowed with an almost unnatural lus-
and seemed to search and be satisfied of
your most secret thought with a glance. To,a
superficial observer he appeared a being illy
calculated to gain the affections of mankind;
ship in chase, and the loud report of a cannon
rang upon the breeze ; in an instant, every
eye was thrown aloft to discover if their fire
had proved effectual, but all above remained
untouched; they all had passed us harmless
curtain.
As soon as Josliya had pulled down the
legs of unmentionables, which, sootb to say,
had slipped up very considerably for want of
straps, he tapped at thc door; but so timidly
by. ‘ Keep her at that,’ exclaimed our com- j that hi f heart beat near, y as loud hand -
mantler to the man at the wheel, as our top- j ** ^ * sa * d * be Deacon hi a loud
sails were thrown aback and the vessel lay ’ vo ' cc > * n order to drown the noise ot the dog,
motionless in the wind’s eye, then glancing ! wbo ^ dtc man y odlcr unmannerly curs, al-
his eyes along the gun, he pointed it to suit
1 way§ receive strangers with a bark.
his aim—the priming was fired—and the
crack of our cannon reverberated on the ears
with its wonted stunning effect. ‘ Huzza !*
shouted our seamen, as the mizen top of the
Bntton flew in splinters, and the top, top-gal
lant and royal mast fell over the stern, drag
ging along with it the proud banner of Eng-
Notwithslanding, however, the Deacon
spoke loud, Joshua did not hear him, and was
obliged to knock again.
“ Walk in!” replied the Deacon louder
than before ; but just at that iustant, in addi
tion to the harking of the dog, the geese set up
a most obstreperous cackling ; and Joshua,
honorably finish the work he had so nobly be
gun. The English yawl had now arrived,
and a young midshipman, arrayed in all the
naval finery of his nation, ascended the ship’s
side, and sprang upon the deck.
“ Are your peak haulyurds choked, or has
your mizendown hauls given away, that you
refuse to drop your gaff to his grace the Duke
of Clarence?” asked he, as he gazed se
verally on those around in order to discover
the commander.
“ Neither, young man,” was the calm reply
of our captain.
“ Then why have you dared to insult the
flag o Great Britain on thehgih seas ?” de-
manded the youth, with an impertinent and
cocknied air. “ Are you not fearful that we
will inflict tho chastisement you richly de-
serve ?” A spark of anger flashed in the
eyes of our commandant, but it instantly pas
sed away, and he calmly replied, “ no boy,
am not fearful of receiving punishment at your
hands—nor shall my peak or banner ever
be lowered to the cross of England, while 1
have life to lose in its defence.”
“By Saint George, sir Rebel, you speak
tauntingly 0 f my country’s prowess,” ex
claimed the midshipmau; “ more such lan
guage as that might tempt us to tear that rag
tunc ; when the Deacon, having kicked the
dog under the table, opened the door, and wel
comed in the young man.
“The pesky dog and the geese,” said he,
land. For a moment, I stood regarding the near ty discouraged, was fain to knock a third
lamed vessel with a glow of delight which
can better be imagined than described ; na
tional pride, and the exciting thrill of triumph
swelled through my veins, and I felt that 1
could not breathe other than an American.
I turned towards the commander; he still
gazed at the vessel astern, whils his eye was
lighted with a fierce triumph and liis lips curl-j
ed with a grim, though not unpleasitig smile.'- a " c : * r ' l^ ou ghshecr-
“ - - i tv,.,i he’s getting so sauev I mu
row was Monday, and that it was necessary
for them to retire early in order to rise be
times for the business of the week.
This was as kind and considerate on thc
part of the old folks as need be. But true
love is always diffident ; and Joshua’s heart
beat like a trip-hammer, before he could mus
ter courage to speak.
“ Hark!” said Molly, looking saucily at
him, « dont you hear a partridge drumming?”
“ Pshaw !” exclaimed Joshua, making a
desperate effort, and ail at once planting his
chair close beside that ofhis charmer—“ivljat
a deuced fool I am to be such a coward—I he
lieve in my soul love lias taken away my
wits.”
“ Your wits!” said the girl, snatchir.
away the hand which lie had ventured to take
—“you never had any wits, or else you
wouldn’t have come here to-night.”
“Oh, now don’t besoscornml,”saidthe young
man “you dont know how much I iove you
“No, nor 1 dont want to kuow,” retorted
the girl—“ keep away your filthy hands!
“ Filthy !” exclaimed Joshua, resentfully
“There’s where you’re mistaken, Miss
Molly. My hands are as clean as soap and
water could make them—though perhaps
they aint quite as white as—”
“White” exclaimed the scornful lass—
“ why they!rc as brown as an Ingens,’ and as
hard as a piece of horn. It must be a gen
tleman’s hand that touches mine.”
“Well, if that’s your look out,” returned
the lover, rising and' taking his hat, “you
may have your gentleman’s hand for all me.
My hands are of a good honest color ; and
if you are ashamed of them, 1 am not—and so
good night to you, Molly Gray.”
“Good night and joy go with you,” said
thc girl, as she closed the door and bolted it
after him. .
Her next lover was a respectable black
smith, some twenty-five years of age, who had
already accumulated a handsome sum of mon
ey, and was doing a good business in the way
of his trade. Many a lass would have been
glad to get him, but passing by all others, he
fixed his eye upon the proud Molly Gray.
He paid her a special visit; he put the ques
tion—he solicited her hand. Qut it was all
in vain.
“ Faugh!” said she, “how black your paws
are ! I’d as soon marry a barrel of charcoal
as a man of your trade. No,Mr. Anvil, you’er
not the man for me. You’ll never catch
me going to church with a blacksmith.”
“Indeed! Miss Molly;” returned the re
jected lover, as he planted his hat firmly on
his head and beat it down with his hand—
“ you may go farther and fare worse.”
“ That’s my own look out,’’retorted the girl.
Her third suiter was a shoemaker. He
also was an industrious young man, of good
character and doing a thriving business. But
he was not the man for Molly Gray. She
called him*, Mr. Wax, declared she was not
to be strapped to the side of any man of his
cloth, and wondered how he could be such an
aicZ-sufiicient fool as to think of coming there to
court her.
In short—not to make a long story—the
scornful Miss,Molly rejected sundry other
respectable lovers of her own degree, while
she was waiting for a higher offer. But she
waited in vain; thc higher offer rever came.
At thc age of twenty .five, beginning to fear
that she might overstand .her market, she
humbled her pride so much as to resolve on
accepting a farmer, if s he could get one. But
no farmer came to woo—JoshuajPloughsheer
had long since got married ; and other young
fanners had heard too much of the pride of the
scornful Molly to think of troubling her with
a similar suit.
At the age of twenty-six, she concluded to
accept of a blacksmith, a shoemaker, or any
other respectable mechanic who might choose
to court her. But Mr. Anvil too, had long
since married ; and the young man whom
she stigmatized by the name of Mr. Wax,
had succeeded in softening the heart of a
more practicable lass, so that he was married
in a month afterwards. As to those of her
rejected suitors who were still unmarried, they
had no objection whatever to see her wait.
“Ah,” said they, “it’s good enough for her.
The scornful Miss Molly, who refused so ma-
event of the Egyptians marching triumphant
into Constantinople. Nearly half a century
has passed since the rise of the Wahabees
of Arabia threatened the destruction of tho
Mahomedan faith. These hold, perhaps phi
losophic, votaries of a sublime creed, declar
ed for the unity of the Godhead, and against
the authenticity of the prophet. They plun
dered the grand caravan at Mecca—they cap
tured the pious Hedgces ; they defeated thc
lieutenants of the Sultan, who endeavored to
vindicate the united interests of religion and
commerce. For u long period the uulhority
of thc Sultan was dormant in Arabia and Syr-
Egypt was threatened, and the treasury
“make such a racket thereVno hearing one’s , uy of the most respectable farmers hnd me-,
* Thus,’ said he, addressing me, ‘ shall Paul
Jones ever do homage to the pennons of Bri
tish tyranny and oppression.” Then suffer
ing the excitement of his countenance to van
ish, he gave the loud command of ‘ fill away !*
Our vessel then swung round on her course,
the sails were again filled, and again bounded
forward through the green waters of the At
lantic. * Set the studding sails, and crowd
on all sail,’ exclaimed the commandant, the
light booms were speedily run out from the
self speak. I hope you’re well, Mr. Plough-
sheer ? Set a chair, Molly ; and take Mr.
Plouglisheer’s hat, do. I hope your folks is
that pesky dog,
getting so saucy I must kill him.” -
“ Oh, dont kill him,” pa, said Molly, with a
scornful look at her lover, “ he never barks
at genteel people.” *
“ Genteek people! you rude chit you,” ex
claimed Mrs. Gray, “but doat you mind
what she says, Mr. Ploughsheer—she’s a
spoilt thing though she is my child. But, la,
she doesn’t mean any thing by it.”
“ I don’t know whether she means any
thing by it or not,” said Joshua,after turning as
•A largo cannon which stands between the fore
and main mast.
extremity of the yards, and in a few hours 1 man y colour3 03 the honest brown ofhis face
our antagonist and those of the ships of the wouId allow—“ hut one thing I know, if that
squadron were lost in the rotundity of the d °g w as mine he’d have a dreadful sore head
ocean. afore he was twenty.four hours older. I would’t
keep no animal to bark at my friends, not I.”
The young man was very cordially jreceiv-
ed by the old folks, who, after chatting upon a
variety of subjects—such as the last sermon,
the last marriage, the last death, and all and
singular of the news of the town—and after
treating him to some fine pippins, which had
been well kept through the winter, and also to
some boiled cider which the peacon'. tapped
on purpose—retired to rest much earlier than
Worn the New York Constellation.
SCORNFUL MOLLY GRAY.
While proud young women are waiting for
a splendid match, and rejecting good offers in
hopes of getting better ones, they not unfre-
quently overstand the market; and in thc
chanics, will be glad to take up with a tinker
by and by.”
So said every body. And they prophesied
right. Molly remained unmarried until the
latter part of her twenty-ninth year, when to
escape tho opprobium of being an old maid,
sho resolved on marrying the first man who
would offer. This happened to be a travel,
ling tinker, who stopped to mend her moth
er’s brass kettle, and with whom she suc
ceeded in striking up a bargain. He was
not only a tinker, but he was a very Turk in
the article of matrimony—having.as many
wives as there were states inthe Union.—
Poor Molly ! she died in less than six months
of shame and disappointment.
lBR.una Pacoa, the Conqueeer of Syh-
IA . While Europe rings with the history' of
civil change, we have only to cast our eyes
to another quarter of the globe to witness the
progress of events equally mighty, though by
no means less new. Ibrahim Pacha has con
quered all Syria, and is inarching unresisted
through the peninsula of Asia. By late ad
vices the city of Koneih, within tvjo hundred
and fifty miles of the famous capitaT of the
Turkish empire, had opened its gates to him,
and Europe is prepared for what a year ago
ofStamboul Shrank under the influence of tho
victorious heretics, At length this same lb-
rahim, son ofthe Egyptian Viceroy, offered
his services to resist the torrent. At the head
of an irregular force, lie penetrated into the
midst of Arabia, delivered the holy cities, de
feated tho Wahubees in their own country ;
and finally, after having granted peace on the
most severe terms, carried their princess as
hostage to Cairo. For these services Ibra
him was made Pacha of Mecca and Medina,
an appointment which in the Ottoman empire
gives him precedence before all other pachas,
even his own father.
After the conquest of the Wahabees, Ibra.
him commenced thc formation in Egypt of a
regular army, disciplined in the European
manner; and by engaging the most skilfu* na
val architects from Toulon, laid tho founda
tion of the present very considerable naval
force of Egypt. Utterly discomfited in
Greece, the Sultan, at length applied tor assis
tance to his Egyptian vassal. Immediately
the young Pacha poured into the Morea at tho
head of his army, and supported by a power- _
ful fleet ; and such was his progress, that
nothing but the famous Treaty of London and
its consequence—the battle of'Navariuo—
could have prevented Greece from again be
coming a Moslem province. We have been
assured, however, by the highest authority,
that it was not the intention of Ibrahim to
have restored the Morea to the Sultan ; the
overthrow of the Egyptians by the Allied
Powers only stimulated the exertions of lb.
rahim on his return to his country. In tho
confusion ofthe Porte, he appropriated to him
self both Candia and Cyprus, the finest islands
of the Mediterranean. In the autumn of 18-
3 1, tlic Egyptian army consisted of ninety
thousand disciplined infantry, perhaps not in
ferior to the Sepoys, and ten thousand regular
cavalry. All lire world' who knew any tiling
about Egypt,ridiculed the unthrifty vanity, of
the Pacha, and laughed at the ludicrous dis-
proportionment between such n. military force
and the population and resources of Egypt.
By the autumn of 1832, however, Ibrahim
had conqueredall Syria, and almost the whole
of Asia Minor, and is nearer Constantinople
than the Russians. Ibrahim Pacha,therefore,
is a great man. He is the great conqueror
of his age.
He is without doubt a man of remarkable
talents. His mind is alike subtle and ener
getic. lie is totally free from prejudice,
adopts your ideas with silent rapidity, and his
career demonstrates hip military genius. His
ambition is unbounded ; Ids admiration of
European institutions and civilization great :
but he avoids, with dexterity, shocking tho
feelings and prejudices of the Moslemid. A
mystery hangs over his birth—he is said to
bo an adopted son of thc present Pacha of
Egypt, but this is doubtful, at arty rate, the ut
most confidence prevails between Ibrahim and
his professed father. The Pacha of the Ho
ly Cities is a great voluptuary; his indul
gence, indeed, in every species of sensuality
is unbounded. Although scarcely in tho
prime of life, his gross and immense bulk
promise but a short term of existence, and in
dicate a man under overwhelming disease,
and incapable of exertion , his habits are
sumptuous ; he delights in magnificent pala
ces and fanciful gardens, and is curious in the
number and beauty ofhis Circassians; but his
manners are perfectly European. He is con
stantly in public and courts the conversation
of all ingenious strangers. His chief counci
lor is Osman Bey, a renegade Frenchman, and
an able man. Less than twenty years ago,
Ibrahim Pacha passed his days in sitting at
a window of his palace with a German rifle,
and firing at the bloated skins borne on the
backs of the water carriers as they returned
from the Nile. As Ibrahim is an admirable
marksman, the usual effect of his exertions
was in general only to deprive the poor water
carriers ofthe fruits of their daily labor; some
times, however, his bullet brought blood in
stead of the more innocent liquid—but Egypt
was then a despotic country. It is not so
now. It is notknown among us that the old Pa
cha of Egypt and his son, in their rage for
European institutions, have actually presen
ted their subjects with “ two chambers,” call
ed in the language of the Levant, the « Alto
Parliamento,” and “Basso Parliamento,” hase
the power of discussing all measures; but
those ofthe “Basso Parliamento,” are per
mitted only to petition. Their highnesses
pay very little practical attention te the de
bates or tlte petitioners, but always treat them
with great courtesy. Yet they are very
proud, (especially the elder P^clrn,) ofthe in
stitutions, and the writer of this article has
heard Mehemet Ali more than once boast that
he bad as many parliaments as the King of
England. In the mean whije, these extraor
dinary events have wrought singular revolu
tions in manners—we have for the first tune
a Turkish Ambassador in, England.
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