The Sun.
London, England, 1834-08-11 00:00:00

WINDSOR, AUGUST 10.

His Majesty rode out in the Great Park yesterday, as he has
constantly done this week, accompanied by the Princess Augusta.
The King inspected the troops in the Quadrangle this morn-
ing, accompanied by Prince George of Cambridge, Lord
Frederick Fitzclarence, and Sir Charles Thornton and after-
wards attended divine service at St. George's Chapel. The
Princess Augusta and Prince George of Cambridge, also at-
tended the service. The Hon. aad very Rev. the Dean
preached the sermon. The service was Jackson's in C. The
anthem, " Hear my prayer," Kent. Mr. Skaites presided at
the organ. The town is uncommonly full of company to-day.
Lord Alvanley, Sir G. H. Rose, Mr. Villiers, &c., took
their departure for Rotterdam on Saturday morning, by the
General Steam-navigation Company's mail-packet Sir Ed-
ward Banks.

VERSITY INTELLIGENCE.

(From the Canibridge Chronicle.)
ECCLESIASTICAL PREFERMENTS;
Harry Dupuis, Esq., M.A., Fellow of King's College, in
this University, has been appointed one of the Assistant
Masters of Eton College.
On Monday last the Lord Bishop of Peterborough insti-
tuted the Rev. Percy Bysshe Harris, to the Rectory of Corly,
Northamptonshire, vacant by the death of his father the Rev.
Joseph Harris ; on the presentation of the Right Hon. the
Earl of Cardigan.
The Lord Chancellor has presented the Rev. William
Holmes, of Banham, to the Rectory of West Newton, in
Norfolk.

On Saturday the Rev. William Henry Charlton, M. A.,
was collated to the Vicarage of Felmingham, in the gift of the
Lord Bishop of Norwich.

LORD BYRON IN GREECE.

(From Medwin's " The Angler in Wales.")
Forrester, afterwards surgeon on board of the convict
ship lost off Boulogne, and who went down with her, poor
fellow ! wrote two very interesting letters describing a visit
to him at Missolonghi, a few weeks before Byron's death.
Missolonghi is just as wretched a collection of houses
and huts as can well be imagined. It stands in the recess
of a large and shallow bay, upon a morass which extends
from the bay to the foot of the hills, which rise two or three
miles inland. The season was very rainy, and the houses
were insulated among mire and water—the communication
being kept up by stepping-stones and attempts at trottoirs,
which resembled low walls, in passing over which, the least
loss of equilibrium would plunge the unfortunate peripa-
tetic in deep mud. A visit to Lord Byron was our first
step on landing ; his abode was a tolerable house close to
the part of the beach most convenient for landing or going
afloat. It had, for the place, great pretension, and was ap-
proached by a gateway opening into a little miry court-
yard, surrounded by a wall, with some small offices on one
side. The principal and only tolerable room was ap-
proached by an outward stair. Three sides were furnished
with sofas in the Turkish taste. A delf shelf, apparently
stuck against the wall, was loaded with books ; the floor was
encumbered with packing-cases, some nailed down, some
opened ; the latter filled with books, as, I took for granted
were the former. Round the walls were appended to nume-
rous nails and pegs, fowling-pieces and pistols of various de-
scriptions and nations ; sabres and yataghans. The corri-
dor or antichamber, or whatever else it might be termed,
swarmed with Mainotes and others, armed to the teeth.
We were ushered in by Tit), his lordship's chasseur, who
reminded me of the French Sappeurs, as he wore a bushy
beard, with his livery, which was set off with two silver
epaulettes. He was an immense fellow, upwards of six feet
in height, and although well-proportioned foi such a hercu-
lean figure, his frame was too large and heavy for his sta-
ture to come within the desCription of elegant. His page
was a young Greek, dressed as an Albanian or Mainote,
with very handsomely chased arms in his girdle, and his
maitre-dlotel, or fac-totum, an honest looking, though not
remarkably elastic Northumbrian, named Fletcher, who
seemed, and doubtless with reason, a great favourite with
his master. * * *

On sitting down to dinner, which, to deliver us from
plague and pestilence, was set on a deal table, without the
intervention of a cloth, he laughingly apologised for his
table, which, from the circumstances wherein he was then
placed, was not, as he said, trop bier montee ; but he felt
the less annoyed when he reflected that persons of our
profession understood those things, and were of course pre-
pared for all sorts of privations. He then bustled about,
actively assisted by Fletcher, who was but poorly aided by
the Greek menials in placing the dishes to the best advan-
tage, drawing corks, and all the et ecetera of the table. To
dispose the table was rendered a service of some difficulty
by its compendiousness. On opening a bottle of wine, and
inspecting the complexion of its contents, his lordship ques-
tioned Fletcher as to its name and lineage. " I really don't
know, my Lord," was the reply. " Then away with it," he
rejoined—" I hiite anonymous wine." * * •
One observation of his I must not forget to notice. When
speaking of the lonian Islands, he observed, " On return-
ing to them, I formed-a very different and a much more
favourable opinion than I had before entertained, and ex-
pressed, of Sir Thomas Maitland's administration. In
short, I found them getting rich under it." On being asked
if he had seen him when at Corfu, he said, " I called on
him, and he was in the country." * * * •
On looking over the arms about the room, his lordship
asked the principal of the party if he would like to try a
shot with pistols ? On his answering affirmatively, he
walked up to the landing-place of the outside stairs, from
which they fired at Masaschino bottles, placed on a pilaster
in the court, upwards of twelve paces off. They had an
equal number of shots. Byron struck each time. His an-
tagonist missed once, although a very good shot. But one
of Lord Byron's was excellent. The upper part of a bottle,
which his competitor broke, fell on the top of a pilaster,
and remained there, reduced to a size not much larger than a
finger-ring. Instead of having another bottle placed, he
took aim at this fragment, and reduced it to dust. His
precision was the more surprising, because his hand shook
as if under the influence of an ague fit, and the time he
took to take aim would have made any other man's hand
unsteady. On trying at the same marks, placed out of
everything like pistol-range, neither succeeded. As each
fired, a large Labrador (bull) dog, named Lion, ran and
picked up the bottle, which he laid at the bottom of the
stair. I remarked to Lord Byron, as we were laughing at
his officiousness, " That is an honest tyke of yours."--
" Oh ! oh !" he replied, " I find you are half a countryman
of mine."—" I answered I was a whole Scotsman."—
" Then we are half countrymen," said he ; " my mother
was Scotch."

LADY SCOTT.—" I went and visited him the first
time I had occasion to be in Edinburgh, expecting to see Mrs-
Scott, a kind of half black-a-moor whom our sheriff had mar-
ried for a great deal of money. I knew nothing about her, and
had never heard of her, save from his own description! but
the words as dark as a blackberry' had fixed her colour Inde-
libly on my mind. Judge of my astonishment when I was
introduced to one of the most beautiful and handsome crea-
tures, as Mrs. Scott, whom I had ever seen in my life. A
brunette certainly, with raven hair and large black eyes, but
in my estimation a perfect beauty. I found her quite affable,
and she spoke English very well, save that she put always the
d for the th, and left the aspiration of the h out altogether.
She called me all her life Mr. Og. I understood perfectly
well what she said ; but for many years I could not make her
understand what I said ; she had frequently to ask an expla-
nation from her husband ; and I must say this of Lady Scott,
though it was well known how jealous she was of the rank of
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Sir Walter's visitors, yet was all my life received with the
same kindness as if I had been a relation, or one of the family,
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Frazer's Magazine for August.