columns whose symmetry baffles modern proportion, serene Caryatides,
bearing with greater grace a graceful burthen, carvings of delicate
precision, and friezes breathing with heroic life. Apparently the
stranger, though habited as a Moslemin, was not insensible to the
genius of the locality, nor indeed would his form and countenance have
misbecome a contemporary of Pericles and Phidias. In the prime of life
and far above the common stature, but with a frame the muscular power
of which was even exceeded by its almost ideal symmetry, white
forehead, his straight profile, his oval countenance, and his curling
lip, exhibited the same visage that had inspired the sculptor of the
surrounding demigods.

The dress of the stranger, although gorgeous, was, however, certainly
not classic. A crimson shawl was wound round his head and glittered
with a trembling aigrette of diamonds. His vest which set tight to his
form, was of green velvet, richly embroidered with gold and pearls.
Over this he wore a very light jacket of crimson velvet, equally
embroidered, and lined with sable. He wore also the full white camese
common among the Albanians; and while his feet were protected by
sandals, the lower part of his legs was guarded by greaves of
embroidered green velvet. From a broad belt of scarlet leather peeped
forth the jewelled hilts of a variety of daggers, and by his side was
an enormous scimitar, in a scabbard of chased silver.

The stranger gazed upon the wide prospect before him with an air of
pensive abstraction. "Beautiful Greece," he exclaimed, "thou art still
my country. A mournful lot is mine, a strange and mournful lot, yet
not uncheered by hope. I am at least a warrior; and this arm, though
trained to war against thee, will not well forget, in the quick hour of
battle, the blood that flows within it. Themistocles saved Greece and