matters not going on so well as we could have wished. Difference of opinion prevailed among the chiefs, and the siege had made so little progress, that some foreigners, whose knowledge and experience were of the last importance to the success of the enterprise threatened to abandon the army, and return to their own country. At length, however, a council of war was called, at which we assisted, and after a great deal of discussion, it was agreed to attempt the place by storm that very night. Provisions had begun to be scarce, and the foreigners, to a man, declared the breach that had been made practicable. In this opinion both Jano and myself coincided. We had both narrowly surveyed the ground, and examined the breach, as well as the defences; and we were convinced that nothing was wanting to insure success, but that steady courage which we much feared the Greeks, then inexperienced and undisciplined, might fail to exhibit on such a trying occasion. Fortunately our fears were vain: the irresistible enthusiasm of liberty, and the sacred cause of Grecian emancipation from the Ottoman yoke, were found to supply the place of the technicalities of discipline, and to bear down, as with an overwhelming torrent, all opposition.

Just as the council was about to break up, Jano came forward, and offered, with my aid, and at the head of his own followers, to lead the storming-party to the breach, and there plant the flag of independence, or perish in the attempt. His offer was at once received;

and so favourable an impression did this generous conduct create throughout the army, and so high was the opinion entertained of his prudence and sagacity, that the practicability of the attempt was no longer doubted, and volunteers eagerly offered themselves from every division of the army. Of these we selected about two hundred; and just at the moment when every thing was in readiness for the onset-and we waited only till the moon, which was just setting, should disappear, and leave us the benefit of darkness-Jano came in front of the "forlorn hope," and addressed them in the following words : "SOLDIERS OF GREECE!!! THE MOMENT HAS NOW ARRIVED FOR YOU TO PROVE YOURSELVES WORTHY OF THE ANCESTORS FROM WHOM YOU ARE DESCENDED. FOLLOW ME WHILE I LIVE, AND IF

I DIE LET MY DEATH BE REVENGED! EAETOEPIA !!! ON!!!" The signal was instantly given, and in a few moments we were at the breach, where the shouts of Ελευθέρια ! Ελευθέρια ! were quickly answered and drowned by the roar of artillery and musketry which simultaneously opened on our devoted band. As might be expected, the contest in the breach was long and desperate. We were assailed by every species of weapon and missile, but still pressed forward, responding, with a loud shout to every discharge of the enemy's guns. Animated by the example of their heroic leader the pirates bore down every thing before them-passed the breach -and planted the flag of independence on the ram

parts. At this moment I was wounded and fell, but some friendly arm bore me from the gorge of the breach, and laid me gently down on the platform of the rampart, where, from loss of blood, I soon fainted away; nor did . I recover till towards morning, when I learned that the place had been carried at every point, and the greater part of the garrison, who refused to surrender, put to the sword. This was indeed glorious intelligence; but the joy I felt was soon clouded, when one of the pirates, covered with dust and blood, came to me, with deep melancholy impressed on his sun-burnt features, which but too plainly told the sad tale, that JANO WAS NO MORE!!! He was killed by a random shot, after the victory, to which he had so greatly contributed, was no longer doubtful!

Thus fell one of the bravest and most singular of men, expiating a life of crime by a glorious and honourable death!

Τεθνάμεναι γὰρ καλὸν ἐνὶ προμάχοιςι πεςόντα
̓Ανδρ ἀγαθὸν, περὶ η πατρίδι μαρνάμενον.

MY DEAR VLANTI,

προςκύνω ὑμας κατὰ χρέος,

Σ. ΦΑΝΑΡΙΩΤΗΣ, Αθήναιος.

THE GOLDSMITH OF PADUA.

In the end of the fifteenth century, when the cities of Italy were rendered rich by their trades to the Indies, Padua was one of the most flourishing of its towns, and possessed a body of merchants, and particularly goldsmiths, jewellers, and dealers in silk, with whom Venice itself could scarcely bear a comparison. Amongst these goldsmiths and jewellers there was one more eminent than his brethren. His dwelling was upon the bridge, and Padua was scarcely more universally known in Italy than Jeronimo Vincente was known for one of its citizens. "It never rains but its pours," says a northern proverb; "riches beget riches," says an Italian one. Jeronimo found the truth of both these sayings. He was already rich enough to satisfy a dozen merchants, and to make a score of German princes.

Fortune, however, did not yet think that she had done enough for him; every day some traveller was arriving at Padua, in the exchange of whose foreign money for the coin of Padua, he obtained some good bargains, and added to his overflowing coffers. Few died without relatives but that

he was appointed their executor. Many paid tribute to his wealth and reputation by leaving him their heir. The city of Padua gave him all their public contracts; and he almost sunk under the weight of trusts, offices, &c. not merely offered, but obtruded and imposed on him.

Who could be more happy than Jeronimo Vincente ? So he thought himself as he walked on the bridge of Padua one beautiful summer's evening. A coach of one of the nobles passed at the same moment: no one noticed it. On the other hand, every one who passed him saluted him." Such have been the effects of my industry, my dexterity of business, and my assiduous application. Yes, Jeronimo, others have to thank their ancestors; you have to thank only yourself. It is all your own merit.” And with these reflections his stature, as it were, increased some inches higher, and assuming a peculiar port, and a self-satisfied step, he walked in vanity, and almost in defiance of every thing and every one, to his own house. He fell asleep in the same mood, and dreamt that the ancient fable of Jupiter was repeated in his house, and that the heavens opened, and descended upon him in a shower of ducats and pistoles.

In all this soliloquy of Jeronimo, the reader will observe, there was not a word or thought of any one but himself; he did not attribute his plenty to the blessing of God; he felt no gratitude to him who had showered down upon him his abundance; his mind, his spirit, and his vanity were