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by Robert Reed


  When we arrived at Kishan, we learnt, that on hearing of the

  advance of Lord Raymond and his detachment, the Turkish army

  had retreated from Rodosto; but meeting with a reinforcement, they

  had re-trod their steps . In the meantime, Argyropylo, the Greek

  commander-in-chief, had advanced, so as to be between the Turks

  and Rodosto; a battle, it was said, was inevitable . Perdita and her

  child were to remain at Kishan . Raymond asked me, if I would not

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  continue with them . “Now by the fells of Cumberland,” I cried, “by

  all of the vagabond and poacher that appertains to me, I will stand

  at your side, draw my sword in the Greek cause, and be hailed as a

  victor along with you!”

  All the plain, from Kishan to Rodosto, a distance of sixteen

  leagues, was alive with troops, or with the camp-followers, all in

  motion at the approach of a battle . The small garrisons were drawn

  from the various towns and fortresses, and went to swell the main

  army . We met baggage waggons, and many females of high and

  low rank returning to Fairy or Kishan, there to wait the issue of

  the expected day . When we arrived at Rodosto, we found that the

  field had been taken, and the scheme of the battle arranged. The

  sound of firing, early on the following morning, informed us that

  advanced posts of the armies were engaged . Regiment after regi-

  ment advanced, their colours flying and bands playing. They planted

  the cannon on the tumuli, sole elevations in this level country, and

  formed themselves into column and hollow square; while the pio-

  neers threw up small mounds for their protection .

  These then were the preparations for a battle, nay, the battle itself;

  far different from any thing the imagination had pictured . We read of

  centre and wing in Greek and Roman history; we fancy a spot, plain

  as a table, and soldiers small as chessmen; and drawn forth, so that

  the most ignorant of the game can discover science and order in the

  disposition of the forces . When I came to the reality, and saw regi-

  ments file off to the left far out of sight, fields intervening between

  the battalions, but a few troops sufficiently near me to observe their

  motions, I gave up all idea of understanding, even of seeing a battle,

  but attaching myself to Raymond attended with intense interest to

  his actions . He shewed himself collected, gallant and imperial; his

  commands were prompt, his intuition of the events of the day to me

  miraculous . In the mean time the cannon roared; the music lifted

  up its enlivening voice at intervals; and we on the highest of the

  mounds I mentioned, too far off to observe the fallen sheaves which

  death gathered into his storehouse, beheld the regiments, now lost

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  in smoke, now banners and staves peering above the cloud, while

  shout and clamour drowned every sound .

  Early in the day, Argyropylo was wounded dangerously, and

  Raymond assumed the command of the whole army . He made few

  remarks, till, on observing through his glass the sequel of an order

  he had given, his face, clouded for awhile with doubt, became radi-

  ant. “The day is ours,” he cried, “the Turks fly from the bayonet.”

  And then swiftly he dispatched his aides-de-camp to command the

  horse to fall on the routed enemy . The defeat became total; the can-

  non ceased to roar; the infantry rallied, and horse pursued the flying

  Turks along the dreary plain; the staff of Raymond was dispersed in

  various directions, to make observations, and bear commands . Even

  I was dispatched to a distant part of the field.

  The ground on which the battle was fought, was a level plain—so

  level, that from the tumuli you saw the waving line of mountains on

  the wide-stretched horizon; yet the intervening space was unvar-

  ied by the least irregularity, save such undulations as resembled the

  waves of the sea . The whole of this part of Thrace had been so long

  a scene of contest, that it had remained uncultivated, and presented

  a dreary, barren appearance . The order I had received, was to make

  an observation of the direction which a detachment of the enemy

  might have taken, from a northern tumulus; the whole Turkish army,

  followed by the Greek, had poured eastward; none but the dead re-

  mained in the direction of my side . From the top of the mound, I

  looked far round—all was silent and deserted .

  The last beams of the nearly sunken sun shot up from behind

  the far summit of Mount Athos; the sea of Marmora still glittered

  beneath its rays, while the Asiatic coast beyond was half hid in a

  haze of low cloud . Many a casque, and bayonet, and sword, fallen

  from unnerved arms, reflected the departing ray; they lay scattered

  far and near . From the east, a band of ravens, old inhabitants of

  the Turkish cemeteries, came sailing along towards their harvest;

  the sun disappeared . This hour, melancholy yet sweet, has always

  seemed to me the time when we are most naturally led to com-

  mune with higher powers; our mortal sternness departs, and gentle

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  complacency invests the soul . But now, in the midst of the dying and

  the dead, how could a thought of heaven or a sensation of tranquil-

  lity possess one of the murderers? During the busy day, my mind

  had yielded itself a willing slave to the state of things presented

  to it by its fellow-beings; historical association, hatred of the foe,

  and military enthusiasm had held dominion over me . Now, I looked

  on the evening star, as softly and calmly it hung pendulous in the

  orange hues of sunset . I turned to the corse-strewn earth; and felt

  ashamed of my species . So perhaps were the placid skies; for they

  quickly veiled themselves in mist, and in this change assisted the

  swift disappearance of twilight usual in the south; heavy masses of

  cloud floated up from the south east, and red and turbid lightning

  shot from their dark edges; the rushing wind disturbed the garments

  of the dead, and was chilled as it passed over their icy forms . Dark-

  ness gathered round; the objects about me became indistinct, I de-

  scended from my station, and with difficulty guided my horse, so as

  to avoid the slain .

  Suddenly I heard a piercing shriek; a form seemed to rise from

  the earth; it flew swiftly towards me, sinking to the ground again as

  it drew near. All this passed so suddenly, that I with difficulty reined

  in my horse, so that it should not trample on the prostrate being .

  The dress of this person was that of a soldier, but the bared neck and

  arms, and the continued shrieks discovered a female thus disguised .

  I dismounted to her aid, while she, with heavy groans, and her hand

  placed on her side, resisted my attempt to lead her on . In the hurry

  of the moment I forgot that I was in Greece, and in my native ac-

  cents endeavoured to soothe the sufferer. With wild and terrific ex-

  clamations did the lost, dying Evadne (for it was she) recognize the

  language of her lover;
pain and fever from her wound had deranged

  her intellects, while her piteous cries and feeble efforts to escape,

  penetrated me with compassion . In wild delirium she called upon

  the name of Raymond; she exclaimed that I was keeping him from

  her, while the Turks with fearful instruments of torture were about

  to take his life . Then again she sadly lamented her hard fate; that a

  woman, with a woman’s heart and sensibility, should be driven by

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  hopeless love and vacant hopes to take up the trade of arms, and

  suffer beyond the endurance of man privation, labour, and pain—the

  while her dry, hot hand pressed mine, and her brow and lips burned

  with consuming fire.

  As her strength grew less, I lifted her from the ground; her emaci-

  ated form hung over my arm, her sunken cheek rested on my breast;

  in a sepulchral voice she murmured:—“This is the end of love!—Yet

  not the end!”— and frenzy lent her strength as she cast her arm up to

  heaven: “there is the end! there we meet again . Many living deaths

  have I borne for thee, O Raymond, and now I expire, thy victim!—

  By my death I purchase thee— lo! the instruments of war, fire, the

  plague are my servitors . I dared, I conquered them all, till now! I

  have sold myself to death, with the sole condition that thou shouldst

  follow me—Fire, and war, and plague, unite for thy destruction—O

  my Raymond, there is no safety for thee!”

  With an heavy heart I listened to the changes of her delirium;

  I made her a bed of cloaks; her violence decreased and a clammy

  dew stood on her brow as the paleness of death succeeded to the

  crimson of fever, I placed her on the cloaks . She continued to rave

  of her speedy meeting with her beloved in the grave, of his death

  nigh at hand; sometimes she solemnly declared that he was sum-

  moned; sometimes she bewailed his hard destiny . Her voice grew

  feebler, her speech interrupted; a few convulsive movements, and

  her muscles relaxed, the limbs fell, no more to be sustained, one

  deep sigh, and life was gone .

  I bore her from the near neighbourhood of the dead; wrapt in

  cloaks, I placed her beneath a tree . Once more I looked on her al-

  tered face; the last time I saw her she was eighteen; beautiful as

  poet’s vision, splendid as a Sultana of the East—Twelve years had

  past; twelve years of change, sorrow and hardship; her brilliant com-

  plexion had become worn and dark, her limbs had lost the roundness

  of youth and womanhood; her eyes had sunk deep,

  Crushed and o’erworn,

  The hours had drained her blood, and filled her brow

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  With lines and wrinkles.2

  With shuddering horror I veiled this monument of human pas-

  sion and human misery; I heaped over her all of flags and heavy

  accoutrements I could find, to guard her from birds and beasts of

  prey, until I could bestow on her a fitting grave. Sadly and slowly I

  stemmed my course from among the heaps of slain, and, guided by

  the twinkling lights of the town, at length reached Rodosto .

  CHAPTER II.

  ON my arrival, I found that an order had already gone forth for

  the army to proceed immediately towards Constantinople; and the

  troops which had suffered least in the battle were already on their

  way . The town was full of tumult . The wound, and consequent in-

  ability of Argyropylo, caused Raymond to be the first in command.

  He rode through the town, visiting the wounded, and giving such

  orders as were necessary for the siege he meditated . Early in the

  morning the whole army was in motion . In the hurry I could hardly

  find an opportunity to bestow the last offices on Evadne. Attended

  only by my servant, I dug a deep grave for her at the foot of the tree,

  and without disturbing her warrior shroud, I placed her in it, heap-

  ing stones upon the grave . The dazzling sun and glare of daylight,

  deprived the scene of solemnity; from Evadne’s low tomb, I joined

  Raymond and his staff, now on their way to the Golden City .

  Constantinople was invested, trenches dug, and advances made .

  The whole Greek fleet blockaded it by sea; on land from the river

  Kyat Kbanah, near the Sweet Waters, to the Tower of Marmora,

  on the shores of the Propontis, along the whole line of the ancient

  walls, the trenches of the siege were drawn . We already possessed

  Pera; the Golden Horn itself, the city, bastioned by the sea, and the

  ivy-mantled walls of the Greek emperors was all of Europe that the

  Mahometans could call theirs . Our army looked on her as certain

  prey . They counted the garrison; it was impossible that it should be

  relieved; each sally was a victory; for, even when the Turks were

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  Shakspeare’s Sonnets .

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  triumphant, the loss of men they sustained was an irreparable in-

  jury . I rode one morning with Raymond to the lofty mound, not far

  from the Top Kapou, (Cannon-gate), on which Mahmoud planted

  his standard, and first saw the city. Still the same lofty domes and

  minarets towered above the verdurous walls, where Constantine

  had died, and the Turk had entered the city . The plain around was

  interspersed with cemeteries, Turk, Greek, and Armenian, with their

  growth of cypress trees; and other woods of more cheerful aspect,

  diversified the scene. Among them the Greek army was encamped,

  and their squadrons moved to and fro—now in regular march, now

  in swift career .

  Raymond’s eyes were fixed on the city. “I have counted the hours

  of her life,” said he; “one month, and she falls . Remain with me till

  then; wait till you see the cross on St . Sophia; and then return to your

  peaceful glades .”

  “You then,” I asked, “still remain in Greece?”

  “Assuredly,” replied Raymond . “Yet Lionel, when I say this, be-

  lieve me I look back with regret to our tranquil life at Windsor . I am

  but half a soldier; I love the renown, but not the trade of war . Before

  the battle of Rodosto I was full of hope and spirit; to conquer there,

  and afterwards to take Constantinople, was the hope, the bourne, the

  fulfilment of my ambition. This enthusiasm is now spent, I know not

  why; I seem to myself to be entering a darksome gulph; the ardent

  spirit of the army is irksome to me, the rapture of triumph null .”

  He paused, and was lost in thought . His serious mien recalled,

  by some association, the half-forgotten Evadne to my mind, and I

  seized this opportunity to make enquiries from him concerning her

  strange lot . I asked him, if he had ever seen among the troops any

  one resembling her; if since he had returned to Greece he had heard

  of her?

  He started at her name,—he looked uneasily on me . “Even so,”

  he cried, “I knew you would speak of her . Long, long I had for-

  gotten her . Since our encampment here, she daily, hourly visits my

  thoughts . When I am addressed, her name is the sound I expect: in

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  every communication, I imagine that she will form a part . At length

  you have broken the spell; tell me what you know of her .”

  I related my meeting with her; the story of her death was told

  and re-told . With painful earnestness he questioned me concerning

  her prophecies with regard to him . I treated them as the ravings of

  a maniac . “No, no,” he said, “do not deceive yourself,—me you

  cannot . She has said nothing but what I knew before—though this is

  confirmation. Fire, the sword, and plague! They may all be found in

  yonder city; on my head alone may they fall!”

  From this day Raymond’s melancholy increased . He secluded

  himself as much as the duties of his station permitted . When in

  company, sadness would in spite of every effort steal over his

  features, and he sat absent and mute among the busy crowd that

  thronged about him . Perdita rejoined him, and before her he forced

  himself to appear cheerful, for she, even as a mirror, changed as he

  changed, and if he were silent and anxious, she solicitously inquired

  concerning, and endeavoured to remove the cause of his serious-

  ness . She resided at the palace of Sweet Waters, a summer seraglio

  of the Sultan; the beauty of the surrounding scenery, undefiled by

  war, and the freshness of the river, made this spot doubly delight-

  ful . Raymond felt no relief, received no pleasure from any show

  of heaven or earth . He often left Perdita, to wander in the grounds

  alone; or in a light shallop he floated idly on the pure waters, musing

  deeply . Sometimes I joined him; at such times his countenance was

  invariably solemn, his air dejected . He seemed relieved on seeing

  me, and would talk with some degree of interest on the affairs of

  the day . There was evidently something behind all this; yet, when

  he appeared about to speak of that which was nearest his heart, he

  would abruptly turn away, and with a sigh endeavour to deliver the

  painful idea to the winds .

  It had often occurred, that, when, as I said, Raymond quitted

  Perdita’s drawing-room, Clara came up to me, and gently drawing

  me aside, said, “Papa is gone; shall we go to him? I dare say he will

  be glad to see you .” And, as accident permitted, I complied with or

  refused her request . One evening a numerous assembly of Greek

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