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of Constantine, the brother of Marco Bozzaris. We were all inte rested 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. The house was surrounded by a high stone-wall, a large gate stood invitingly 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 tintrusion, three travelers, two of them Americans, would feel honored in being permitted to pay their respects to the widow and children of Marco Bozzaris.

6. 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 pipe. Soon after, the brother entered, a man about fifty, of middling hight, 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. 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 his whole 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 requested us to be seated, ordering coffee and pipes.

7. And here, on 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 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 trevolutionary 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.

8. In a few moments, the widow of Marco Bozzaris entered. have often been disappointed in my preconceived 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 those Grecian mothers, who gave their hair for bow-strings, and their girdles for sword-belts, 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. Of one thing I am certain, no man could look her in the face, without finding his wavering purposes fixed, without treading more firmly in the path of high and honorable enterprise. was under forty, tall and stately in person, and habited in deep black, fit emblem of her widowed condition. 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 far less embarrassment, than we both felt and exhibited.

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9. 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; for, 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, with the long pipe in my hand, which at that time, I did not know how to manage well, I can not flatter myself that I exhibited any of the advantages of continental travel.

10. 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 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. 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 foreign language. And we could not talk to her on common themes.

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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.

11. 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 toward the memory of Marco Bozzaris. My offer was gratefully accepted; and afterward, while in the act of mounting my horse to leave Missolonghi, our guide, who had remained behind, came to me with a message from the widow and her daughters, reminding me of my promise.

12. I make no apology for introducing to the public, 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 interview 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.

STEVENS.

LESSON CCXXII.

MARCO BOZZARIS.

1. Ar midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk lay dreaming of the hour,
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at 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;
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,
As Eden's garden-bird.

2. At midnight, in the forest shades,

Bozzaris ranked 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,
In old Platea's day:

And now, there breathed that haunted air,
The sons of sires who conquered there,
With arms to strike, and souls to dare,
As quick, as far as they.

3. An hour passed on; the Turk awoke;
That bright dream was his last:

He woke to hear his sentries shriek
"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!"
He woke, to die mid flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber-stroke,
And death-shots falling thick and fast,
As lightning from the mountain-cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band;

"Strike! till the last armed foe expires;
Strike! for your altars and your fires;
Strike! for the green graves of your sires;
God, and your native land!"

4 They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled the ground with Moslem slain; They conquered, but Bozzaris fell,

Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rung their proud hurra,
And the red field was won:
They saw in death his eyelids close,
Calmly as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

5. Come to the bridal-chamber, Death;
Come to the mother, when she feels
For the first time, her first-born's breath;
Come, when the blessed seals

Which close the pestilence, are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come, in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake's shock, the ocean storm,
Come, when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine,
And thou art terrible; the tear,

The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.

But to the hero, when his sword

Has won the battle for the free,

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

6. Bozzaris! with the storied brave,
Greece nurtured in her glory's prime,

Rest thee; there is no prouder grave,
Even in her own proud clime.

We tell thy doom without a sigh,
For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's,
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

HALLECK.

LESSON CCXXIII.

DUTIES OF AMERICAN CITIZENS.

1. FELLOW-CITIZENS, let us not retire from this occasion, without a deep and solemn conviction of the duties which have +devolved upon us. This lovely land, this glorious liberty, these +benign institutions, the dear purchase of our fathers, are ours; ours to enjoy, ours to preserve, ours to transmit. Generations past, and generations to come, hold us responsible for this sacred trust. Our fathers from behind admonish us with their anxious paternal voices; posterity calls out to us from the bosom of the future; the world turns hither its solicitous eyes; all, all jure us to act wisely and faithfully in the relation which we sustain. We can never, indeed, pay the debt which is upon us; but by virtue, by morality, by religion, by the cultivation of every good principle and every good habit, we may hope to enjoy the blessing through our day, and leave it unimpaired to our children.

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2. Let us feel deeply how much of what we are and what we possess, we owe to this liberty and to these institutions of government. Nature has, indeed, given us soil which yields bounteously to the hands of industry; the mighty and fruitful ocean is before us, and the skies over our heads shed health and vigor. But what are lands, and seas, and skies to civilized man, without society, without knowledge, without morals, without religious +culture; and how can these be enjoyed in all their extent and all their excellence, but under the protection of wise institutions, and a free government?

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3. Fellow-citizens, there is not one of us here present, who does not, at this moment, and at every moment, experience in his own condition, and in the condition of those most near and dear to him, the influence and the benefits of this liberty and these institutions. Let us then acknowledge the blessing; let us feel it deeply and powerfully; let us cherish a strong affection for it, and resolve to maintain and perpetuate it. The blood of our fathers, let it not have been shed in vain; the great hope of posterity, let it not be blasted.

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