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And onwards did his further journey take
To greet Albania's chief, 1 whose dread command
Is lawless law; for with a bloody hand

sways a nation, turbulent and bold :
Yet here and there some daring mountain-band

Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold Hurl their defiance far, nor yield, unless to gold. 2


Monastic Zitza! 9 from thy shady brow,
Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground !
Where'er we gaze, around, above, below,
What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found !
Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound,
And bluest skies that harmonise the whole:
Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound

Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll (soul. Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the

| The celebrated Ali Pacha. Of this

extraordinary man there is an incorrect account in Pouqueville's Travels. - ["I left Malta in the Spider brig-of-war, on the 21st of September, and arrived in eight days at Prevesa. I thence have traversed the interior of the province of Albania, on a visit to the Pacha, as far as Tepaleen, his highness's country palace, where I stayed three days. The name of the Pacha is Ali, and he is considered a man of the first abilities: he governs the whole of Albania (the ancient Illyricum), Epirus, and part of Macedonia.” – Lord B. to his Mother.]

2 Five thousand Suliotes, among the rocks and in the castle of Suli, withstood thirty thousand Albanians for eighteen years; the castle at last was taken by bribery. In this contest there were several acts performed not unworthy of the better days of Greece.

3 The convent and village of Zitza are four hours' journey from Joannina, or Yanina, the capital of the Pachalick. In the valley the river Kalamas (once the Acheron) flows, and, not far from Zitza, forms a fine cataract. The situation is perhaps the finest in Greece, though the approach to Delvinachi and parts of Acarnania and Ætolia may contest the palm. Delphi, Parnassus, and, in Attica, even Cape Colonna and Port Raphti, are very inferior; as also every scene in lonia, or the Troad: I am almost inclined to add the approach to Constanti ople ; but, from the different features of the last, a comparison can hardly be made. [“ Zitza,”


Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill,
Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh
Rising in lofty ranks, and loftier still,
Might well itself be deemd of dignity,
The convent's white walls glisten fair on high :
Here dwells the caloyer 1, nor rude is he,
Nor niggard of his cheer; the passer by

Is welcome still; nor heedless will he fee
From hence, if he delight kind Nature's sheen to see. .


Here in the sultriest season let him rest,
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees;
Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast,
From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze:
The plain is far beneath -oh! let him seize
Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray
Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease :

Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay,
And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve away.

says the poet's companion, “is a village inhabited by Greek peasants. Perhaps there is not in the world a more romantic prospect than that which is viewed from the summit of the hill. The foreground is a gentle declivity, terminating on every side in an extensive landscape of green hills and dale, enriched with vineyards, and dotted with frequent flocks."]

1 The Greek monks are so called. - [“ We went into the monastery,” says Mr. Hobhouse, “after some parley with one of the monks, through a small door plated with iron, on which the marks of violence were very apparent, and which, before the country had been tranquillized under the powerful government of Ali, had been battered in vain by the troops of robbers then, by turns, infesting every district. The prior, a humble, meekmannered man, entertained us in warm chamber with grapes, and a pleasant white wine, not trodden out, as he told us, by the feet, but pressed from the grape by the hand; and we were so well pleased with every thing about us, that we agreed to lodge with him on our return from the Vizier."]


Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
Nature's volcanic amphitheatre, 1
Chimæra's alps extend from left to right:
Beneath, a living valley seems to stir;
Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the mountain-fir
Nodding above; behold black Acheron ! 2
Once consecrated to the sepulchre.
Pluto! if this be hell I look upon,

[none. Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade shall seek for


Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veil'd by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:
But, peering down each precipice, the goat
Browseth ; and, pensive o'er his scatter'd flock,
The little shepherd in his white capote 3

Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short-lived shock.


Oh! where, Dodona! is thine aged grove,
Prophetic fount, and oracle divine ?
What valley echo'd the response of Jove ?
What trace remaineth of the Thunderer's shrine ?
All, all forgotten — and shall man repine
That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke?
Cease, fool! the fate of gods may well be thine:

Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak?
When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink beneath

the stroke!

I The Chimariot mountains appear to have been volcanic.
2 Now called Kalamas.
3 Albanese cloak.


Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail;
Tired of up-gazing still, the wearied eye
Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale
As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye:
Ev'n on a plain no humble beauties lie,
Where some bold river breaks the long expanse,
And woods along the banks are waving high,

Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance,
Or with the moonbeam sleep in midnight's solemn trance.


The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit, 1
And Laos wide and fierce came roaring by; 2
The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,
When, down the steep banks winding warily,
Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,
The glittering minarets of Tepalen,
Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,

He heard the busy hum of warrior-men [glen.s Swelling the breeze that sigh'd along the lengthening


Anciently Mount Tomarus. 2 The river Laos was full at the time the author passed it ; and, immediately above Tepaleen, was to the eye as wide as the Thames at Westminster; at least in the opinion of the author and his fellow-traveller. In the summer it must be much narrower. It certainly is the finest river in the Levant; neither Achelous, Alpheus, Acheron, Scamander, nor Cayster, approached it in breadth or beauty.

“Ali Pacha, hearing that an Englishman of rank was in his dominions, left orders, in Yanina, with the commandant, to provide a house, and supply me with every kind of necessary gratis. I rode out on the vizier's horses, and saw the palaces of himself and grandsons. I shall never forget the singular scene on entering Tepaleen, at five in the afternoon (Oct. 11.), as the sun was going down. It brought to my mind (with some change of dress, however,) Scott's description of Branksome Castle in his Lay, and the feudal system. The Albanians in their dresses (the most magnificent in the world, consisting of a long white kilt, gold


He pass'd the sacred Haram's silent tower,
And underneath the wide o'erarching gate
Survey'd the dwelling of this chief of power,
Where all around proclaim'd his high estate.
Amidst no common pomp the despot sate,
While busy preparation shook the court,
Slaves, eunuchs, soldiers, guests, and santons wait;

Within, a palace, and without, a fort :
Here men of every clime appear to make resort.


Richly caparison'd, a ready row
Of armed horse, and many a warlike store,
Circled the wide extending court below;
Above, strange groups adorn'd the corridore;
And oft-times through the area's echoing door,
Some high-capp'd Tartar spurr'd his steed away:
The Turk, the Greek, the Albanian, and the Moor,

Here mingled in their many-hued array,
While the deep war-drum's sound announced the close

of day

worked cloak, crimson velvet gold-laced jacket and waistcoat, silver-mounted pistols and daggers); the Tartars, with their high caps; the Turks in their vast pelisses and turbans; the soldiers and black slaves with the horses, the former in groups, in an immense large open gallery in front of the palace, the latter placed in a kind of cloister below it ; two hundred steeds ready caparisoned to move in a moment; couriers entering or passing out with despatches; the kettle drums beating ; boys calling the hour from the minaret of the mosque; - altogether, with the singular appearance of the building itself, formed a new and delightful spectacle to a stranger. I was conducted to a very handsome apart. ment, and my health inquired after by the vizier's secretary, à la mode Turque." - Byron, Letters.]

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