New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-11-29

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DEHETRIUs THE Diver.
There are no byfgopes that. have greater need
to be by cones than those of wickedness violence
and cruelty. The blood and dust that besmear
some pages of history might glue the leaves to-
gether for ever Yet from time to time necessi-
ties will occur that leave US no choice but to
open the old grave; to turn to the old, dark
register; to unlock the old, dark, grim skeleton
closet; to turn the retrospective glance toward
the bad bold days that are gone F'A'.s+ = 4s7''
/ We are at present the allies, and worthily 60,
tIof the Turks. A. brave people, patient, high
minded, slow to anger, terrible, yet magnanim-
GUS in their wrath. Yet, whilewe acknowledge
and respect all the, good qualities possessed by
this valiant nation, it ia impossible to forget
that the Turk has not always been the compla-
cent Pacha in q European frock-coat, and a
sealing wax cap with q blue tassel, who writes
sensible, straight forward State papers, reviews
European troops, does not object TO o quiet glass
of champagne, and regales English newspaper
correspondents with coffee and pipes Nor is
he always the contentious, phlegmatic, taciturn,
apathetic Osmanli, who, shawled and turbaned,
sits cross-legged upon the divan of meditation,
smoking the pipe Of refectiveness; who counts
his beads and says his prayers FIVE times day,
and enjoys his kef; and who, as to wars and
rumors Of wars, fire. famine, pestilence and
slaughter, says but ts.diia akbor" God is great
There are men in London whom we may meet
and converse with in our daily walks, who can
remember the horrible massacre of Scio, in the
year of salvation, eighteen hundred and twenty
two. We had just begun, through the edifying
cob-web spinning Of diplomacy, the passionate
poetry of Lord Byron and the crude (because
badly informed) intelligence Of the English
press, to understand that there was something
between the Greeks and the Turks in the Morea,
the Peloponnesus and the Archipelago, and that
the former were not, on the whole, quite rightly
used. We we're just going to see about forming
an opinion on these and other matters when the
news Of the massacre of Scio burst upon us like
a thunder-clap. Gloomily and suecinctly the
frightful news was told us how the terrible
Karali, or the Black Pacha of Scio, then one Of
the fairest, peacefuest, most prosperous, most
densely populated islands in the Greece Turkish
Archipelago, and that all-peaceful rayahs,
gold and purple harvest, university, commerce,
Wealth--had in three days disappeared. n
The story of the massacre of Scio has never
been fully told in England; and only in SO far
as 1t affects my story am called upon to advert
to it here. Besides, no tongue could tell, no
pen describe, in household language, q tithe Of
the atrocities perpetrated in the defenseless
island by order of the Black Pacha. Suffice it
to say, that for three days scio was drowned in
blood; that the dwellings of the European Con-
suls were no asylum; that the swords Of the in
furiated Osmanlis murdered alike the white
headed patriarch, the priest of the family, the
nursing mother, the bride of yesterday, the
bride Of that tomorrow which was never to
| come to her, the tender sucking, and the child
that was unborn, Upward Of eighteen thousand
persons were massacred in cold blood and the
bats and dragons, bowling dogs, and wheeling
birds Of prey. 81 .asss -l#.f NJ II " VI
| Some few miserable souls escaped the ven-
geance of Karali Pacha There is q Greek
ecclesiastic now in London, who was hidden by
| his mother in cave during the massacre, and
brought away unhurt, When the fury of the
invaders began, through lassitude, to cool, they
selected such boys and young girls as they could
fad alive, and sent them to be sold in the slave
market at Constantinople Then, when they
| had left the wretehed island to itself, half fam
ished wretches began to crawl out of holes and
thickets, and bitches, where they had hidden
| themselves They saw the charred and Emold-
| ering remnants of what had been Solo, but they
| abode not by them In an agony of fear lest
| the murderers should return, they made the
best of their way across the to other islands
| to inaccessible haunts on the main land. Those
who had the means, took refuge on the French
and Italian shores of the Mediterranean.
There is q sultry city which, if you wert
minded to go to it by land, you could hav'
4 reached in those days by diligence, as you ca,
reach it in these by q comm0diOus railway iron
Paris; but to attain which by sea you mus
cross the stormy Bay of Bisoay, and pass tn
rocky Stats Of Gibraltar, and coast along tn
tideless sea in sight of the shores of Africa. Z
this great mart of southern commerce, with it
deep blue sky, its slack baked houses. its orang
trees, black-eyed, brown-skinned children, an
crowded port, where float the strangest medic
Of ships, and on the quays of which walk tn
most astonishing variety of costumes that eve
you saw--to the city of Marseilles, in France
came many of these refugee Greeks, some froI
\ Seio, some from the Morea, some from the Can
dis, many from the Fanal, or Fanar, of ConstaI
Il tinople-Which had also its massacre-som
from the interior of Anatolla and Roumelis
There were Greek gentlemen and their families
who could never congratulate themselves suf
7 ciently on having saved their heads and the
piastres; there were merchants quite strippe
bankrupt, who, nevertheless, in the true Grecia
ID manner, began afresh, trading and maxim
money with admirable assiduity and perseyel
ance. And above all there were poor rayah
who had been caikjees, coffee house waiter
n portefaix, at home, who had lost their little al
and had nothing but their manual labor to d,
. pend upon, and who were glad to carry burden
8 and run messages, and help to load and unloa
h the ships in the port Of Marseilles.
" Among these was one Demetri Osmeros. MOI
knew much about him, save that he was q Sc
% ote, and had escaped after the massacre; tn
: he was quite alone, and very poor. He VI
fortunate enough to possess somewhat ra
< accomplishment, which made his earning
m although precsrious, considerably more rem
n nerative than those Of his fellow. countrym
occupying the station to which he appeared
= belong Demetri 0smeros was o most expt
:; swimmer and diver. Had Demetri 0smeros liv
= in our days, he would have been professor
: certainty the walls would have been cover
stl with posting bills and woodcuts portraying
H achievements; and he would have had q &C
4 yenient exhibition room, and o sliding scale
4 II prices for his entertainment. In eighte
i twenty three he contented himself with the
J hibition of his talents in the open port Of M'
Il seilles, and was satisfied with the stray fran
half-trancs, copper sous and lizards, flung to i
! when he emerged from the water, all soak
3 and dripping like q Newfoundland dog
. thus managed to lead . sufficiently easy loul
l. ing, idle life, spashing, swimming and divi
~ sometimes for sheer amusement; OF othe