St. Mary's beacon., 1858-05-20

eyes and mouth wide open holding the papeI
ne had been reading in the same position, he
looked at the vacant place left by Byrun, and
then at the door through which he had disap-
peared. At last he thought he had solved the
mystery, and in low tFemulous voice said
significantly putting his finger 10 his fore
head -
'.Eccolo. mattO pOverettoi n poor fellow,
he is nladl
Leaving Hamilton Brown to pacify the
monks, / followed Ryron. He was still fret
ting and fuming, cursing the "whining do
tard, as be called the Abbot, who had tor
rnentcd him. Byrsn's servant braght hin
bread, wine, and olives left him and joined
the mess of the monks in their refectory We
had the best of everything the island produced
for supper. Our host broached several fasks
of lis choicest vintages but although h.
partook largely Of these good things. they
failed 20 cheer him. We were all glad to re-
tire early to our cells.
In the morning, Byron came forth refreshed
and acted as if he had forgotten the occurren-
COS Of the evening. The Abbot had not, and
he took care not to remind him Of them. 4
handsome donation was deposited in the aims
! box, and We mounted our mules and departed
without any other ceremony than hasty ben
e'liction from the Holy Father and his monks
! However we might have doubted the sincerity
Of their ovation on receiving us, we did moi
| question the relief they felt and expressed 10y
their looks on our departure.
! The next day we retraced oar steps through
! the howcry ravines and tranquil glades Of thi,
/ lovely islet our road winding along the foot u
| tine mountains. The grey olive trees, bright
! green f.. and rampant vine, that grew above
our heads. screened us from the sun; the fresl
breeze from the sea, with the springs If pures
water gushing ont Of the rocks. soothed the
! Poets temper. He turned out Of the path t
! look at a natural grotto, in a grove of fores
| trees, and said, You will find nothing il
Greece or its islands so pleasant rs this. l
this isle were mine, Il would break my stat
and bury my book What fools we all are p
| On reaching our former landing place, We
had to wait long time for a boat to ferry u:
across the strait to CephalOnia. As usual, h,
aud | took to the water in the evening we
crossed, and it was night when we regained oul
old quarters on board the Hercules"
1t was near the noon If the next day, wher
| | had occasion to speak to Byron on pressing
business descended to his cahin-he wa.
fast asleep. l repeatedly, called him by name
at first in \ low voice-then louder aud louder
at last he started up in terror, staring at m,
wildly. With convulsive sigh, he said, 81
| have had such dream! am trembling will
! fear. l am not fit to go to Greece If yol
had come to strangle me l could have don,
nothing.
said. "Who could against nightmare
the nag don't mind your pistols or your bible,
| lhc always had these on a chair cluse to tn,
side of his bel.l / then talked on other sub
iects until he was tolerably composed, and S,
left him.
The conflicting accounts that came day b,
day from the Morea distracted us; to ascer
tain the zeal state Of things, I proposed to g
there. Byron urged me to stay until he went
so remained for some time; but when h
talked of leaving the ship and taking house
determined TO be off.