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1 m' . ■ ■ t . • _ • . 7 ‘ - ■ ' . '1 ■ " ”■ - ,u ^ w.L- Ji—ILJ “The ferment of ^ free, is preferable to the torpor of a despotic, Go rernment.” V *. "• VOL,. II. ATHENS, GEORGIA, JUNE 8, 1833. NO. 12. 9 o c t r p . 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. I