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Saturday's Ge::rtie notifies, that a second application
will be made to Parliament for the establishment of St.
Katharine's Docks.

We are informed, that there was a gentleman on board
the Cortes, who is the bearer of despatches from Mexico,
which have not been sufferred to transpire. lie has set
out for London.—tiverpool Mercury.
On Saturday morning the new sloops of war Champion,
IS, Capt. Fitz-Strulert ; Pylarles, It 4, Capt. Francis Feed;
and the Orestes, Is, Capt. Henry Litchfield, sailed from
Portsmouth, on an experimental cruise, under the orders
of Capt. Provo Wm. Parry IVallis, of his Majesty's ship
Niemen, which ship, with the Algerine, 10, Hon. Mon-
tre..ol Stopfortl, and the Calliope brig, Lieutenant Philip
Justice, accompanied them. The Algerine will after-
wards proceed on to the Mediterranean station. Cap-
tain George Wyndham ; Commanders—Edward Purcell
Joseph Harrison, and George Charles Blake, R.N. and the
Right Hon. Lord Yarborough (Commodore of the Royal
Yacht Squadron,) are gone out in these ships, for the pur-
pose of making observations on their respective qualities,
and reporting the same to the Lords of the Admiralty.—
Capt. Hayes (•he Naval Architect.) is gone in the Cham-
pion, which ship was built according to his new scientific
principles. Each of the three ships has also on board one
of the superior class of shipwright apprentices, from the
School of Naval Architecture, for the purpose of making
observations on their working. The ships will be absent
a month, if necessary, as they must be tried on all points
of sailing, and, if possible, under every circumstance of
weather. Admiral the Hon. Sir Charles Paget, sailed with
the squadron, in his tine fast-sailing yacht, the Emerald,
intending to observe their movements in proceeding down
Channel.

CneLTextt•st, OCT. 1 S.—Yesterday and clis day we
have had most iLlightful clear bracing mornings, and in
consequence numbers who were about leaving us have
determined on remaining: and numerous fresh arrivals
have come in within these few days. The Montpelier and
the other pr ,menades were very numeroesly attended. The
digging of the new wells, in the principal promenade walk
of the King's old well has proceeded ninety-eight feet
deep, where magnesia and saline water was discovered. So
great are the improvements, and the numerous buildings
which are proceeding in this highly-favoured town,
that there are now between three and four thousand men
employed. This morning a very novel wager was decided,
Captain Wlntigart betted that he would hop sixty yards
in thirty hops. The Captain hopped the sixty yards in
twenty-two hops. Considerable sums depended on the
event.

The advantages of cheap literature to the mechanical
part of the community are very strikingly exemplified in
the new edition now publishing of Ferguson's Lector,., on
.Ife,hquie,, the last number of which contains the history,
complete, of the steam-engine, illustrated with ten cut►,
price only 3d. Another work, by the same editor, entitled
the Alec Amok; Gallery, furnishes an ample fund of infor-
mation in every depsrtment of mechanical scimec, at a si-
milar cheap rate ; the art of clock and watch making, for
infante, being comprised in two parts, price tts. only ;
thus concentrating, within a small compass, as much prac-
tical information as is elsewhcreonly to be olitained through
several expensive volumes.

THE BRITISH PRESS.

CONYERSATIONS AND ANECDOTES OF
LORD BYRON.

The forthcoming Number of the Attic Miscellany, a
new periodical, to appear every two months, contains very
copious selections from ('aptainiiiedwin's " Conversations
and Anecdotes of Lord Byron, ' now in the press. We
snake a few gleanings.
In the account of Lord Byron's addresses to Miss Mil-
hanke, it is related that she rejected them ; but his Lord-
ship adds—
iler refuted was couched in terms that emild not offend me. I
was besides persuaded, that in declining my offer, she was governed
by the influence of her mother; rind was the more confirmed in this
opinion, by her reviving the correspondence herself twelve months
after. 't'he tenon of thc letter was. that although she could not
love me, she desired my friendship. Friendship is a dangerous
word for young ladies. It is love full fledged, and waiting for a
tine day to fly.
It had been predicted by Mrs. Williams, that twenty.seven was
to be a dangerous age to Inc. The fortune-telling witch was right.
to was destined to pence so. I shall never forget it. Lady Byron
(Roan he pronounced it) was the only unconcerned person present.
Lady Noel, her motl:er, cried. I trembled like a leaf--made the
wrong responses, and after the ceremony called her Miss Milbanke.
There is a singular history attached to the ring. The very day the
match was concluded, a ring of my mother's that had been lost,
was dug up by the gardener At Newstead. I thought it had been
sent on purpose for the wedding : but my mother's mania .e had
not been a fortunate one, and this ring was doomed to be the seal of
an unhappier union still.
After the ordeal was over, we set off for a country seat of Sir
Ralph's, and I was surprised at the arrangements for the journey ;
and somewhat out of humour to find a lady's maid stuck between
me and my bride. It was rather too tardy to assume the husband,
and I was forced to subunit, but with a very bad grace. Put your.
self in my situation, and tell me whether I had not some reason to
be in the sulks.

hut the details of his final separation are still more
curious: --
Our honey-moon was not all sunshine. It had Its clouds; and
liobhouse has some letters which would serve to explain the rise
and fall in the barometer; but it was never down at zero. You
tell me the world says I married Miss Milbanke for her fortune,
because she was a great heiress. All I have ever reczived, or ant
likely to receive, was 10,0001. My own Income at this period was
small, and somewhat bespoke. Newstead was a very unprotitable
estate, and brought me in a bare 1,6001. a-year. The Lancashire
property was hampered with a law snit, which has cost me 11,0001.,
and is not yet finished. We had a house in town, gave dinner
parties, had separate carriages, and lanched into every sort of ex-
travagance. This could not list lung. 51y wife's 10.0001 soon
melted away. I was beset by duns, and at length an execution
was levied, and the bailiffs put in possession of the very hells we
had to sleep upon. This was no very agreeable mate of affairs, no
very pleasant scene for Lady Byron to witness ; and it was agreed
she should pay her father a visit till the storm had blown over, and
some arrangements been made with my creditors. You may sup-
pose on what terms we parted, from the style of a letter she wrote
me on the road. YOU will think it begun ridiculously enough,
• Dear Duck,' Ste. Imagine my astonishment to receive imme.
oiiuely on her arrival, a few lines from her father of a very unlike
and very unafttionate nature, beginning, Sir,' and ending with
saying, that his daughter should never see me again. In my reply,
I disclaimed his authority as a parent over my wife ; and told hint,
was convinced the sentiments expressed were his, not hers.
Another post, however, brought me a confirmation, under her own
hand and seals of her father's sentence.

There can be nn doubt that the influence of her enemies pre.
railed over her affection for me. You ask me if no cause was as.
signed for this sudden resolution if I funned no conjecture about
the nose. I will tell you, I have prejudices about women, Ido
not like in see them eat. Rousseau makes Julie as pea gossrnsunde,
but that is not at all according to my taste. Ido not like to be
interrupted when I am writing. Lady Byron did not attend to
these whims of mine. The only harsh thing I ever remember say-
ing to her, was one evening shortly bel,re our parting. I was
standing before the fire, rnminating upon the embarrassments of
my affairs and other annoyances, when Lady Byron came up to
me and said, " Byron, am I in your way 1" to which I replied.
" Damnably !" 1 was afterwards sorry, and
.reproached myself
for the expression, but it escaped me unconsciously,—involunta.
rily ; I hardly knew what I said.
In a succeeding paragraph is contained his Lordship's
story of his first love, the objectof which was a Miss Mary
' C—, the daughter of a gentleman whose estate adjoined
to Newstead. He says he never wrote any poetry worth
mentioning till this passion inspired him, at an age little
exceeding twelve years ; and he drolly observes—
She was several years older than myself; but at my age, boys
like something older than themselves, as they do younger, later to
life. • • •

Dot the ardour was all on my side. I was serious—she wax vola-
tile : she liked me as a younger brother, and treated and laughed
at me an a boy. She, however, gave me her picture, and that wax
something to make verses upon. During the last years that I
was at Harrow, all my thoughts were occupied with this late
attar.

Had I married Miss C., perhaps the whole tenour of my
life would have been different. She jilted me, howeve►; but
her marriage proved anything but a happy one. She wu at length
separated from Mr. M., and proposed an interview with me, but
by the advice of my sister, I declined it.

There is an account of an attachment between Lord R.
and a lady of rank. The connexion, it appears, was of
extreme romance and violence, at least on her part. He
calls himself her I'/11m, and exposes the follies and in-
discretions into which her attachment to him betrayed her.
This is cruel and unmanly ; but the bitterness with which
he reviles her is still more so. She had written on one of
his books " Remember me !" which fond expression was
thus requited, by these stanzas written under it :

thee !

Remember
Till I.ethe quench life's burning stream ;
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a fevensh dream.
Remember thee !—a e, doubt it not—
Thy , too, shall think of thee :
By neither shalt thou be forgot—
Thou •sas to him—thou **o* to me !

We pass over the very interesting paragraph relating to
Lord II a daughters Ada, by Lady A. and Allegra, ap-
parently an illegitimate child, left at Ravenna. The next
is more of a literary character.
ilia rarly Poems.—%lThen I lint saw the review of Howes of
Idkness, I was furious, in such a rage as I have never been in
since. I dined that day with (krone Davies, and drank three bottles
of claret to drown it, but it only boiled the more. That critique
was a master-piece of low wit, a tissue of scurrilous abuse. I re-
member there was a great deal of vulgar trash in it, that was meant
for humour, "about people being thankful for what they could
get," " looking a gift horse in the mouth," smcl other such stable
expressions. The severity of the Quartrrly killed poor Keats. and
neglect Kirke %Visite. but I was made of different stuff—of
tougher materials. So fat from bullying me, or deterring me from
writing. I was bent on falsifying their raven predictions, and de-
termined to show them, croak as they would, that it was not the
last time they should hear from me. I set to week immediately,
and in good earnest, and produced in a year The English Bards
grid Sewell !l• viewers. I had gond grounds to believe that
Jeffrey (though perhaps. really responsible for whatever appears in
the Edinburgh, as Gifford is for the Quarterly, as editor), was not
the author of that article—was not guilty of it. He disowned it ;
and though he would not give up the aggressor, he said he would
convince me, if ever I came to Scotland, who the person was. I
have every reason to believe it was a certain lawyer, who hated me
for something I once said of him.
Hut there was another reason that influenced me. more
even than my cool resentment againt Jeftiey, to suppress English
Bards and Seetrli Bel iewers. In the duel scene I had uncon-
sciously made a pan of the ridicule to fill on Moore. The fact was,
that there was no imputation on the courage of either of the priori-
pals. (Inc of the balls fell out of the carriage and was lost; and
the seconds, not having a further supply, drew the remaining one.
Shortly after this publication I went abroad, and Moore was so
offended by the mention of the leafless pistols, that he addressed a
letter to me, in the nature of a challenge, delivering it to the care
of Mr. Hanson, but without acquainting him with the contents.
This letter was mislaid, at least never forwanled to me. But on
my return to England in 11112 an inquiry was made by Moore if I
had received such a letter, adding, that partieuks circumstances
(meaning his marriage, or perluips the suppression of my satire)
had now altered his situation, and that he Imbed to recall the let-
ter, aril to be known to me through Rogers. I was shy of this
mode of arranging matters—one hand presenting a pistol, and an-
other held out to shake; and felt awkward at the loss of a letter of
such a nature, and the imputations it might have given rise to;
but when, after a considerable search, it waa at length found, I re.
turned it to Moore, voi:11 the seal unbroken; and we have since
been the best friends in the world. I correspond with no one so re-
gularly as with Moore.

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The following is part of the relation of his Lordship'.
bitter quarrel with Southey. " Some days after a discussion
on the subject (and which is detailed more at large in the
Miscellany, to which we must again refer) with his Lord-
('apt. M. continues. " appeared Mr. Sou they's reply
to the note in question. I happened to see the Lueruee
60%eite at Mr. Edgeworth's, and mentioned the general
purport of the letter to Lord Byron during our evening
ride. Ills anxiety to get a si,•lit of it was so great, that lie
wrote ine two notes in the course of the evening, entreating
me to procure the paper. I at length succeeded, and took
it to the Lanfranchi palace at eleven o'clock (after coming
from the Opera), an hour at which 1 was frequently in the
habit of calling on him en paufint. He had left the Coun-
tess Guiecioli curlier than usual ; and I found him waiting
with some impatience. I never shall forget his counte-
nance, as he glanced rapidly over the contents. He looked
perfectly awful. His colour chanced almost prismatically.
II is bps were as pale as death. Ile said not a word. He

read the paper a second time, and with more attention than
his rage at first permitted. commenting on some of the pas-
sages as he went on. When he had finished, be threw'
down the paper, and asked me if I thought there was any
thing of a personal nature in the reply that demanded sa-
tisfaction, as. if there was, lie would instantly set off for
England, and call Southey to an account ; muttering sonic-
thing about whips, and branding irons, and galls ts, and
wounding the hi art of a woman—words of Mr. Southey's.
I said, that, as to personality, his own expressions of
cowardly ferocity, pitiful renegadoship,' &c. were much
stronger than in the letter before me.' lie paused a mo-
ment, and said, ' Perhaps you are right; but I will con-
sider of it. You have not seen my Yis:on of Judgment ;
I wish I hail a copy to show you ; but the only one I have
is in London. I had almost decided not to publish it; but
it shall now go forth to the world. I will write to Douglas
Kinnaird by to-morrow's post—to-night—not to delay its
appearance. The question is whom to get to print M
I Murray will have nothing to sty to it just now, while the
prosecution of ' Cain' hangs over his head. It was offered
to Longman ; but he declined it, on the plea of its injuring
the sale of Southev's hexameters, of which lie is the pub-
lisher. Hunt shalt' have it.'

Our concluding extract is also interesting for the ac-
knowledgment of plagiarism which, however sportively
given, it contains--
Lord Byron was devouring, as he called it, a new novel of Walter
Scott's. How difficult it is,' said he, •to say any thing new !
Who was that voluptuary of antiquity who offered a reward for a
new pleasure ? Perhaps all nature and art could not supply a new
idea. This page, for instance, is a brilliant one. It is full of wit ;
but let us see how much of it is original. This passage, tor in-
stance, conies from Shakspeare ; this boa mot from one of She-
ridan's Comedies ; this observation from another, naming the au-
thor; and yet the ideas are new modelled, and perhaps ticott was
not aware of their being plagiarisms. It is a bad thing to have
too good a memory.'
I should not like to have you for a critic, I observed. Set a
thief to catch a thief, was the reply.
' I never travel without Seat'!Novels,' said he, ' they are a
perfect library in themselves; a perfect literary treasure. I could
read them once a year with new pleasure.' I asked him if he was
certain about the Novels being Sir Walter Scott's ?
• Scott as much as owned himself the author of IPireeeley to
me at Murray's shop. 1 was talking to him about that Novel, and
lamented that its author had not carried back the story nearer to
the time of the revolution. Scott, entirely off' his guard, said,
Aye, I ought to have done so. but there he stopped. It
was in vain to attempt to correct himself ; he looked confused, and
relieved his embarrassment by a precipitate retreat. • • • He spoiled
the fame of his poetry by his superior prose. Ile has such extent
and versatility of powers in writing, that, should his novels ever
tire the public, which is not likely, he will apply himself to some-
thing else, and succeed as well. His mottos from old plays prove
that lie at all events possesses the dramatic faculty which is denkd
on, and yet I am told that his Ilalidon Hill did not justify ex-
pectation. I have never met with, but have seen extracts from
It. • • ••

When Walter Scott began to write poetry, which was not at •
very early age. Monk Lewis corrected his verses; he understood
little then of the mechanical part of his an. The Fire King in the
Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border was almost all Lewis's. One of
the ballads in that work, and except some of Leyden's, perhaps one
of the best, was matte from a story picked up in a stage coach—l
mean that of Will Jones:—

" They boiled Will Jones within the pot.
And not much fat had Will."
I hope Walter Scott did not write the review of Christabel, for he
in common with many of us, is indebted to Coleridge. But for him
perhaps The bay qf the Last alineterl would never have been
drought or. The line
" Jesu Maria, shield us well!"

is taken word for word from Coleridge's poem. Of all the writers
of the day, Walter Scott is the least jealous. He is too confident
of his own fame to dread the rivalry of others. Ile does not think
of good writing as the Tuscans do about fever, that there is only a
certain quantity of it in the world.'
The following mention of Lord Byron's Memoir, (which
were burnt some time since) leads us to conclude that they
could not have been so profligate and licentious as has been
represented. Captain Nledwin writes thus :
• I am sorry,' said Lord B. ' not to hays a copy of my Me.
**Mrs to ;hew you. I gave them to Moore, or rather Moore's little
boy, at Venice. I remember saying—Here's 2.0001. for you, my
young friend ! I made one observation in the gift, that they were
not to be published till after my death. I have not the least objec-
tion to their being circulated ; in fact, they have been seen by some
of my friends and several of Moore's. Among others. they were
lent to Lady Burghersh. On returning the MS. her Ladyship told
Moore that she had transcribed the whole work. This was se pea
,foil, and he suggested the propriety of her destroying the copy.
She did so, by putting it into toe tire in his presence. Ever Mote
this happened Douglas Kinnaird has been recommending me to
resume possession of the MS., thinking to frighten me, by saying,
that a spurious or real copy, surreptitiously obtained, may go forth
to the world. lam quite indifferent about the world knowing all
they contain. There are very few licentious adventures of my own,
or scandalous adventures that will affect others, in the book. It is
taken up from my earliest recollections, almost from childhood—
very incoherent, written in a very loose and familiar style. The
second part will prove a good lesson to young men, for it treats of
the irregular life I lead, and the fatal consequences of a life of die.
sipatton. There are few parts which mar not, and none that will
not, be read by women. Another time he said, A very full
account of my marriage and separation is contained in my Afemoirs.
After they were completed, I wrote to Lady 'Syron, proposing to
send them, for her inspection, that any misstatement or in.
accuracy (if any such existed, which I was not aware of) might
be pointed out and corrected. In her answer she declined the offer,
without assignin any reason, but desiring, if not on her own ac.
count, on that other daughter, that they might never appear, and
finishing with a threat. My reply was the severest thing I ever
wrote, and contained two quotations, one from Shakspeare, the
other from Dante. I told her that she knew all I had writ••i was

incontrovertible truth, and that she did not wish to sanction the
truth. I ended by saying, that she might depend on their being
published. It was not till after this correspondence that I made
Moore the depository of the MS.'

LORD BYRON IN GREECE.

The following pleasant and minute Narrative of an In-
terview with Lord Byron is an extract from a private
letter, with which we (the Examiner) have been favoured,
written a short time previous to the death of the patriot
Poet.
6. • • • • We found the great man (Mavrocordatm surrounded
by thirty or forty men, armed after the manner or the country,with
richly chased pistols and atagliana, while he, on the contrary, wait
in • French dress—blue coat, drab waistcoat, wide blue pantaloons,
and boots, all much worn and badly brushed. His complexion is
swarthy, his face rather broad, an aquiline nose, eyes large, black,
and expressive; and his countenance displays intelligence and
shrewdness; but from wearing his hair turned back, in bushy profu-
sion about his shoulders (he has nuneck) and a huge pairof ugly mus-
tachios, lie has a singular, and not very prepossessing appearance :
his height may be five feet six or seven. • • • • The matter nut
being immediately adjusted. it became necessary to fix another
meeting, and I availed myself of the circumstance vo assuage my
curiosity by the sight of a personage much more interesting to me
than all the Greek patriots together, and whom we before missed—
mean Lord Byron, who had arrived a few days before from
Cephalonia. fit ell, suppose me at 3lissolunghi for the second
time, and fairly ushered into the presence of the Noble Bard. I
assure you it was a great treat to me, and one of the few realities
which are not exceeded in anticipation. Colonel Leicester Stan-
hope, from the London Greek Committee, introduced us. We
found :he mighty son of song in a room with Turkish sofas. and
its walls hung round with arms of various descriptions, such as'
carabines, muskets, fowling-pieces, pistols, swords, sabres, a clay-
more, and the three helmets which you may have seen quizzed in
some of the Ministerial papers ; his arms are emblavoned on each :
motto.," Freda Hiroo. ' By the bye, one would imagine the
ladies think this to be very appropriate: it will be well it none
have occasion to alter their opinion ; but really I could find many
excuses for a woman forgetting her prudent or prudish maxims,
were he to take any pains to upset them ; fur with all his sins and ,
errors on his head, he is a most fascinating man. Ile wore a dark
green jacket with rough black cuffs and collar, and a profusion
of black trimming, like the storm jackets of some of the ca-
valry regiments; a blue cap with a scarlet birder, a black waist-
coat, wide blue pantaloons with broad starlet stripes, and boots.
He is not so tall as generally represented, being only about See
feet nine inches. He stoops slightly, and is of a muscular make,
especially Maim the thighs. He is full-faced, and particularly
broad from the angle of one jaw to the other ; he has a fine mouth
and tenth ; nose neither large nor otherwise • it is nearly straight,
but hss the least perceptible rise a little ab:ive the middle of its
length, and perhaps fawn this to the point inclining to hollowness;
but these inequalities are very trifling; it is broad front one nostril
to another : his eyes are full and light grey, or something between
that and blue. His forehead is high, and grows narrower as it as-
cends ; it is naturally very smooth, but he frequently contracts it
into deep wrinkles, and as suddenly unbends it. His hair is fine
and son, as yet evincing no tendency to baldness it is divided na-
turally into an infinity of spiral curls, and was, fur a crop, rather
long. !le tells us, in his writings, iet it was grey at thirty ; at
present it is very generally and thickly interspersed with grey hairs,
but the natural colour (light auburn) is likely to preponderate at
least till fatty ; the greyness does not appear much, except when
very close. Ilia eyebrows and lashes are darker than his hair, or as
dark ; but his mustachios are nearly white, and by no means
Improve his appearance. Upon the whole, his head is one of
the finest I ever saw, although not according. in many particu-
Les, with what the sculeior adopts as perfection. lie has won.
derful power and variety of expression ; but while 1 hail occasion to
observe him, that of gaiety was chiefly put farth. We remained
live hours with him, anti had luncheon, or rather an early dinner. Ile
talked with • • • • first about several people who were known to
both, from their circle of society being the same. He then went to
general subjects, and rattled away in the most amusing, clilaint.
and playful way, exactly as you would expect from the author
Bene, Don Juan, amt raw,: .1,•./44-,,r,./. I sough; Cu vain

among his lineaments for the gloom, the grief. and despair
lower over the greatest elation of his tulip pioductions.
meaner to us was frank and kind, and his sninner was, as I said
before, that of Don Juan—rand et issoweievii. When we et-
preastal our surprise (I mean so give you in ilea of his manner)
that the Greeks should remain in such a state of inactivity and not
endeavour to render their present insecure fastnesses by every means
in their power more tenable. he laughed most iitar.ily, and said.
that they depended much on the Turkish want of cntetprise.
we represented how easy it would be to tort the Turkish sciv:ahois
(two frigates, ts o corvettes, and four brigs), he said that that line
a serious operation to them, that wou:d require months of prepris•
non. Ile then went on-.-" Haninie, I asked 31avrocordato a Mahe
or two ago, to go out in a boat lb the evening with me and smoke
a cigvr against them" (looking quite serirws), "and would yen
believe it?—he refused I" While making himself very busy to
bring about the dinner, which was not a very easy task, his butler
drew a bottle of wine : " What wine is that, Fletcher P" inquired
his lemlship. " I don't know," responded Pitcher. " Thous
away with it," rejoined he, smiling."l hate an anonsittmeSs
wine." Speaking of, and looking at his arms,
_led toe conversa-
tion upon dexterity in using them. He insiantleroduced a brace
of pistols, and a. • • • • is a good shot, they red several times
each at bottles. His Lordship never missed ; he even hit a small
fragment of the neck of a bottle previously broken, , Plc laughed
very heartily at a number of adventurers, who emus to Gtatw
without a farthing, expecting high rank and high pay. and why.
finding ni tome ni rantre, were taking themselves -off .3 disgust.
He says, that from hie previous knowledge of the people end conn-
try, he knew what he had to expect, and that it is all well enough
for him by *ay of amusement. He disclaims all wish to take an,
lead among them ; hut he has accepted, at 31arricordato's earnest
request, the nominal command of an expedition pro,eeted ag.lintt
Lepanto, which was to take place in a few days. The reason
urged by blavrocordato was, that the men would obey It.
Lordship better than himself; but at the same time he said,
that he expected they would all desert, !are five hundred
Suliotes which Lord Hymn he in his pay, at the rate of
three dollars a mirth each. He has also paid their deer
lately, and in fact is handing out his dollars liberally. He say;
that neither Greeks nor Turks can fight without being roused, and
regretted, from the clic ims.-dme of the greatest part of his giv
having " run ih-ough the bowels of his household," that In; knit
but faint hopes of setting them by the ears. I couneelkYl him to
import a cargo of emirage front Holland. He said he Malted he
could, hut a nearer quarter would suit him better. While fining
at the mark, a large Newfoundland dog, called Lion, was frisking
about. I said, " that is an honest looking tyke of yours." " Oh,
Ito !" he exclaimed, " I find that you are half a countryman of
mine." (The writer is a waive of Scotland.) What surprised me
somewhat was, that just as he began to fire at the mark, he took
something out of a small box. Happening to be without snuff at
the time, I was instantly attracted ; when lo I discovered its eon•
tents to be not ground, but cut tobacco, of which he took out a
small portion, and putting it into his mouth, munched it with
great assiduity, occasionally ejecting its juice. I felt angry at
hint for staining his very five and white it; h. • • • Colonel
Stanhope is quite an enthusiast; he is about to establish printing
presses, and has one or two along with him. L'yron says that ft
the press satirizes any particular individual, if he should not b 3
able to read the libel himself; he would get somebody to do it,
and that then be would come down on the poor printer, tie his
press about his neck, and pitch hit: into the sea. Stanhope. who
is a man of education and talent, does not relish hit Lordship's
jokes, and absolutely absented himself from the house (they lira
together) moat of the time we were there, on that account. By the
way, as I have heard some disputes as to the pronunciation of the
great poet's nestle, I may mention, that he read a document to us,
in which be had occasion to speak of himselt in the third person
six or eight tunes, and he always pronounzed it Hiram; time
sounded in French or Italian."