The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1827-12-12
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The following is extracted from one of those
splendid productions which occasionally en-
rich the pages of the London New Monthly
Magazine, conducted by the distinguished
I. Campbell The article is one of series
- OF letters, written from the Levant, by a
gentleman of intelligence and learning, who
has spent some time in surveying he ruins
of Greece and Its Inflated islands The
slaughter at Scio will long be remembered as
scene of almost unexampled barbarity and
cruelty and the present instance of forti-
tude IN young lady, who could summon up
philosophy sufficient to smear herself with
the oozing blood of lifeless mother and
feign death while the savage Turk approach
cd, twisted her delicate hand and sliced the
flesh from her finger, is but one of thous-
and which characterize the Grecian heart of
steel.-Ulster Rep
THE EXILE OF SCIO.
The sun was slowly sinking behind the
range of Hymettus and the hills of Attica,
as we weighed anchor from Cape Colonna,
and steered for the narrow strait between
Zea and Cythnos. The morning we had
passed in wandering through the groves of
laurel and mastic, which cover the prom
ontory Of Sunium, and in lingering among
the fast-decayng ruins of the temple of
Minerva.
The succeeding day was calm, and we
lay almost motionless in the narrow strait
which separates the islands of Zea and
Cythnos. The day following a strong
bead wind detained us till evening, beat
ing through the straits of Scio. The view
on either side was splendidly beautiful !;
but on both, the associations Of memory
cast feeling Of disgust over every object );
we could not look on the verdant hills of
Sclo without shuddering recollection of
the slaughter that had so lately stained
them, whilst the opposite and equally
beautiful coast was alike detestable as the
home of its perpetrators. But whilst to us
the scene was any thing but il pleasing
one, there was one individual on board our
vessel to whom the sight of this devoted
island served to summon up the most heart
Vending reflections. This was young
Greek lady of twenty-five or twenty-three
years OF age, native of the island, wit
G3SS &c its massacre, and destitute exile
in consequence of the murder of her fami-
ly. She was now on her way with us to
Smyrna, in order to place herself under
the protection of distant relative, whom
she hoped, though family, to find still sur
wing. She sat all day upon the deck,
watching with wistful eyes the shores of
her native island: at every approach which
our vessel made towards it, she seemed
straining to recognize some scene that had
once been familiar, or perhaps some now
deserted home that had once been the
shelter of her friends and when, on the
opposite tack, we again neared the Turk
ish coast, she turned her back upon its
hated hills to watch the retreatlng shores
of her desolated home. | had not been
aware of her being on board, az her ma
tional retiring habits had prevented her APP
peariug upon deck during the early part Of
the voyage but as she drew near Scio,
feeling seemed to overcome education and
prejudice, and she sat all day beneath the
awning to satiate herself with gazing and
with recollection.
Towards evening we drew near the
ruined town, built on the sea shore, at the
foot of wooded hill, which had been the
site of the ancient city of Scio. Its hous-
es seemed all roohess and deserted whilst
the numerous groups of tall and graceful
expresses which rose amidst them, con-
trasted sadly with the surrounding desola-
ton; all was solitude and silence we
=. could not descry single living creature
on the beach, whilst from the shattered
fortress on the shore the blood red flag OF
Mahommed waved in crimson PRIDE above
the scene of its late barbarous triumph.
At sunset the wind changed; we passed
the Spalmadores and Ipsara, and rounding
the promontory of ErythrG entered the bay
of SMYRNA. AS we caught the last glimpse
of the ruins of Scio, the unfortunate lady
pointed out the remains of house to the
north of the town, which had been hel
fathers it was now in ruins, and as clear
" as we could discern, appeared to be O
large dimensions, and situated on one o.
the most picturesque points of Scio. Her
name she said was Kalerdj, and her father
had been one of the commissioners for col
lacting the revenue of the Sultan, from the
0um-mastic of the Island. On the break
mo out of the revolution in the Morea
strong apprehensions of similar revolt II
Scio were entertained in the Divan, and ;
number of the most distinguished Greeks
of the island were selected to be sent t
Constantinople as hostages for the loyalt,
of the remainder amongst these were ne
father and her only brother; herself
her mother and two elder sisters being
left alone at Scio. Tranquility con
tinued undisturbed in the island for NOR
than year; though the accounts OF tn
reiterated successes of the Moreots wer
daily stirring up the energies of the inhah
itants, whose turbulence was only suppress
ed bv the immediate dread of the Turks
garrison in the Genoese fortress on tn
Beach, the only strong hold in Scio.
One evening, however, squadron
three vessels, manned with Samians, ente
ed the harbor, attacked the unsuspectin
garrison, and, aided by the lowest rabbi
Of the town, succeeded in despatching IL