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A Turk, however low, considers every Greek ; whom he meets as being at his command, and or. ders him to do, whatever he pleases. A Greek islander was lately measuring out some corn from his boat; a Turk on the pier ordered him to fetch fire to light his pipe : the Greek stopped to fill his sack, which wanted very little of being full; and the Turk, because he did not instantly obey him, shot him dead.

A late sultan having made a law that no christian should have any red in their clothing, walked the streets of Constantinople in disguise, in order to hunt out offenders; and his followers struck off the heads of all persons who were found in the least to transgress his orders. A shoemaker's lad sat on his stall, working and singing, with a red cap on his head; the sultan no sooner saw it, than head and cap where whirled off together. Ali Bey kidnapped eleven Greeks from Tripolezza, and had them impaled, to avenge himself of an insult he had received from the pacha of that district.

Stravachi, a Greek, while a sort of intendant to the Beys of Wallachia and Transylvania, accu. mulated a large fortune. Repeated vexations, which his wealth had brought upon him, induced him to present himself before the grand seignior, whom he thus addressed :-- Please your highness, I am worth twelve millions of piastres; I have no child; thou shalt be iny heir : guarantee iny fortune to me for my life.” The sultan, pleased with the offer, laid his hand on Stravachi's shoulder, and said, “ Enjoy thy fortune in safety.” For some years he was unmolested: but, at last, they thought that he lived too long; they accused him to the sultan of intending to escape, with his trea. sure, to Russia: a decree of death was obtained against him, and he was instantly hung.

At Naples, in Romania, they have this law, which is most religiously observed : that whoeveç

sees a Greek ill-treated, struck, and overpowered, and gives him succour, is unworthy the name of a mussulman, and is cursed of the prophet. So far, indeed, are they from lending assistance, that when they see a mangled victim fall and expire, they cry out, bravo! bravo !

ANOTHER INSTANCE, From Le Chetalier's Voyage to the Propontis. ON my visit to the fort of Rodosto, I was wita ness to a scene, which may give some idea of the despotism of a conquering over a conquered people. -Two small boats were sailing towards the shore, at a nearly equal distance from it, and seeming to contend which should reach it first. One was manned by Turks, and the other by Greeks. The bowsprit of the Turkish vessel having got foul of the rigging of the Grecian boat, a Greek sailor ran forward to disengage it; when the master of the Turkish boat got up in a rage, and, laying hold of an oar, knocked down the Greek with it, who suffered himself to be killed without offering the least resistance.

B. · Sidmouth.

SKETCH
OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF

ROBERT BURNS.

Concluded from page 217. / TN 1788, having settled with his publisher at 1 Edinburgh, Burns found himself master of sool, He now, therefore, took a farm, married, and began to push forward through life. But his social propensities drew him aside from a serious application to the pursuits of agriculture—and be. ing soon after appointed an exciseman, an office he had long wished for he left his farm chiefly to the care of servants ; a circumstance which proved by no means favourable to his prosperity. “ He might, indeed, (says his biographer) still be seen in the spring directing his plough, in which he excelled, or with a white sheet, containing his seed-corn, slung across his shoulders, striding with measured steps along his turne i up. furrows, and scattering the grain in the earth. But his farm no longer occupied the principal part of his care, or his thoughts. It was not at Ellisland (the name of his farm), that he was now in general to be found. Mounted on horseback, this high-minded poet was pursuing the defaulters of the revenue among the hills and vales of Nithsdale, his roving eye wandering over the charms of nature and muttering his wayward fancies as he moved along."

About the end of the year 1791 Burns relinquished his farm, and removed to Dumfries, where he ended his days. Here he became much attached to company, and frequently gave himself up to intoxication. His situation in the excise brought him in about seventy pounds per annum, and he would soon have received further promotion, had he not spoken too freely in favour of the French revolution. This disappointment greatly chagrined his mind, which, together with his free mode of living, hastened his dissolution. He, however, was not a republican; and, in the year 1995, appearing in the Dumfries volunteers, he brought forth the following spirited verses, which form a i pleasing specimen of his poetry: Scene.--A field of batile-time of day, evening

the wounded and dying of the victorious army an

supposed to join in the following song.
Farewell thou fair day, thou green carth, and ye skies,

Now gay with the bright setting sun ;
Farewell loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,

Our race of existence is run !

Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,

Go frighten the coward and slave;
Go teach them to tremble, sell tyrant! but know,

No terrors hast thou to the brave!
Thou strik'st the dull peasant, he sinks in the dark,

Nor saves'e'en the wreck of a name;
Thou strik'st the young hero-a glorious mark!

He falls in the blazc of his fame!
In the field of proud honour-our swords in our hands,

Our king and our country to save,
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands,

O! who would not rest with the BRAVE!

We shall now draw to a conclusion, by an extract taken from his biography, in which his illness, death, and interment, are affectingly described :-“ From October, 1795, to the January following, an accidental complaint confined him to the house. A few days after he began to go abroad, he dined at a tavern, and returned home about three o'clock in a very cold morning, be. numbed and intoxicated. This was followed by an attack of rheumatism, which confined hiin about a week. His appetite now began to fail ; his hand shook, and his voice faltered on any exertion or emotion. His pulse became weaker and more rapid, and pain in the larger joints, and in the hands and feet, depriving him of the enjoyment of refreshing sleep. Too much dejected in his spirits, and too well aware of his real situation to entertain hopes of recovery, he was ever musing on the approaching desolation of his family, and his spirits sunk into an uniform gloom.

" It was hoped by some of his friends, that if he could live through the inonths of spring, the succeeding season might restore him. But they were dissappointed. The genial beain of the sun infused no vigour into his languid laine; the summer wind' blew upon him, but ; 'oduced no re

freshment. About the latter end of June he was advised to go into the country, and impatient of medical advice, as well as every species of con. troul, he determined for himself to try the effects of bathing in the sea. For this purpose he took up his residence at Brow, in Annandale, about ten miles east of Dumfries, on the shore of the Solway-Firth.

" It happened that at that time a lady with whom he had been connected in friendship by the sympathies of kindred genius, was residing in the immediate neighbourhood. Being informed of his arrival, she invited him to dinner, and sent her carriage for him to the cottage where he lodged, as he was unable to walk.--" I was struck," says this lady, (in a confidential letter to a friend written soon after) " with his appearance on entering the room. The stamp of death was impressed on his features. He seemed already touching the brink of eternity. His first salutation was, “ Well, Madam, have you any commands for the other world ?" I replied that it seemed a doubtful case which of us should be there soonest, and that I' hoped he would yet live to write my epitaph. (I was then in a bad state of health.) He looked in my face with an air of great kindness, and expressed his concern at seeing me look so ill, with his accustomed sensibility. At table he ate little or nothing, and he complained of having entirely lost the tone of his stomach. We had a long and serious conversation about his present situation, and the approaching termination of all his earthly pros. pects. He spoke of his death without any of the ostentation of philosophy, but with firmness as well as feeling--as an event likely to happen very soon, and which gave him concern chiefly from leaving his four children so young and unprotected, and his wife in so interesting a situation in hourly

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