was a map that made me acquainted with the Turkish mollahs, and to-day another map has induced an acquaintance between me and the Turkish naval commander. As I was tracing our course upon it to-day, he requested permission to examine it with me, a request to which I very readily acceded, and when we had exhausted the information afforded by it, he brought out one of his large naval charts. I had been longing for one on a large scale and I thought my wishes were about to be gratified, but when it was unrolled, all the names upon it, I found, were printed in Turkish, and the map was, therefore, of less use to me than it at first promised. But, upon examining it closely, I found that though a Turkish map, it had been printed in England by Wylde.

I remember reading that at a great literary party where Sir Walter Scott was a guest, after his health had been given and heartily drunk as "the colossus of literature," he got up to return thanks, and gave as a toast the health of another Scotchman, the reformer of road making, Mr. M'Adam, "the colossus of roads." Every school-boy knows that the brazen figure dedicated to Apollo, which formerly stood bestriding the entrance to the harbour of Rhodes, was called its colossus, and accounted one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Its height exceeded

one hundred feet, and after it had been thrown down by an earthquake, and had lain on the ground for centuries, the fragments of its carcase freighted nine hundred camels, which would make its weight to be six million four hundred thousand pounds. But as I have observed before, many of these wonders of the old world cease to be wonders in ours which is older; and this colossus if compared with the statute of Carolo Borromeo at Arona, will be found hardly to exceed it by a span.

Julius Cæsar and Cicero both resorted to Rhodes to complete their studies, and the sword of the former, sharper than even the latter's sharp wit, chastised the pirates who had attacked him on his voyage to the island. Herod the Great, though nominally a Jew, built a Pythian temple here.

Rhodes was the Venice of the East before that sea-born queen of the Adriatic arose, and in her excellent harbours the shipping and navigators of all nations found shelter from the weather and their enemies. It was to the Greek astronomers what Greenwich is to us, the place from whence they reckoned their meridian of longitude, and Horace distinguishes it by the epithet of the renowned.

St. Paul touched at Rhodes on his journey to Jerusalem, and its colossus then lay broken upon the ground. But, there was no occasion to mention this as he does that other

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wonder of the old world, the temple of Diana at Ephesus, and if he saw the fallen figure at Rhodes, his mind was too much engaged with higher objects to notice it.

The glory of Rhodes revived when the island passed under the dominion of the knights hospitallers of St. John, to whom the Emperor Emanuel gave it after they had retired from Margett* and lost Acre. The gift really amounted to little more than a permission to conquer the island, but good steel confirmed the defects of their paper charter, and after a four years' struggle the knights, in 1310, were in full possession of their gift. Placed in the midst of most dangerous neighbours, and of enemies who were both powerful and resolute, the knights for more than two centuries retained Rhodes in spite of the most vigorous efforts to dislodge them; and when, after a glorious defence, and, if possible, a more glorious capitulation, it was surrendered in 1522, to Sultan Suleiman II., the skill and valour of their grand master L'Isle Adam, extorted the admiration of the victor. "It is not without regret," said he, addressing his vizier, "that I turn this aged Christian out

* This place must have been not far from Tripoli and Latakia, for Vertot tells us, that the Sultan after taking Margat, seized on the castle of Laodicea, and was preparing for the siege of Tripoli, when he was made away with. History of the Knights of Malta, I. 168.

of his home." From Rhodes, the knights retired first to Candia, then to Sicily, afterwards to Viterbo, and finally to Malta, which they received by the gift of Charles V., and ultimately made more celebrated than Rhodes. In the year 1500, the knights chose our Henry VII. as their protector, and in 1799, the Emperor Paul of Russia declared himself their grandmaster.

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 21.

ONE of the officers, a young gentleman of Fiume, has made me the confidant of a little episode in his history.

After

being ten years at sea, and after obtaining the Austrian certificate of seamanship, his uncle at Trieste, who had a ship, a fair daughter, and a store of ducats, made him an offer of the command of his ship for a year, with his daughter's hand, and a sixth share of the ship at the end of it. He closed with the offer, and with such a prospect before him, sailed in good spirits for England. After trading with the vessel, and gaining eighteen-hundred pounds as her clear earnings, he returned at the end of the year with the money, and claimed his promised reward. But the uncle wanted more

service, and hesitated to fulfil his bargain.

He hinted at

another voyage or two, and intimated that if they were equally successful, the lady and the ship might then be won. But, though the uncle was like Laban, the young seaman was not like Jacob. He refused to hear of more service, or of further delay, and insisted on the immediate fulfilment of his promise, but the uncle was obdurate. In the mean

time, it came to the young seaman's ears, that the young lady whose father was thus bartering away her hand, had a will of her own, and had another suitor whom she favoured more than himself, he, therefore, went to his uncle, and with a sailor's frankness, but not a sailor's gallantry, told him he would give up his claim to be the husband of the lady, if only he could be husband to the ship. Even this, however, failed to satisfy the inexorable uncle, and the young sailor had, therefore, quitted Trieste and taken his present service, though he was evidently still hankering after the lady, the ship, and the ducats.

Coming out of the harbour of Rhodes, we passed Cape Cavaliere, on the opposite coast of Asia, so called after the former possessors of Rhodes. Throughout the night our sail was amongst the beautiful islands of this isle-studded sea, Nicaria, the scene of the fable of Dedalus and IcarusPatmos, where St. John held high converse with Heaven