The howling and barking of jackals and wolves around my tent lasted till day break. At seven o'clock Demetrius returned with his bag of ducks and snipes; and at the same time arrived a present from the neighbouring tents of kymac milk, eggs, and bread. After my meal I narrowly escaped a tragical adventure. Every bullet has its billet;' but none was yet billeted on me. As I stood watching the busy scene of striking the tents and packing horses, I heard the report of a gun, and on looking round saw within two yards of me, and under the same tree, one of my hospitable Turkish neighbours with Demetrius's gun, which had been left hanging on the tree, in his hand, and with alarm strongly depicted in his countenance. All Turks understand the management of their own sin gle-barrelled guns; but this was doublebarrelled; and after having carefully let down one lock, he thought he might safely pull the trigger, and he had thus discharged the other barrel. His alarm was natural, and mine would have been as great had I been aware of my danger; the charge entered the ground within half a yard of my feet, where I saw the smoking wadding."

No educated traveller having visited Xanthus, neither Clarke, Beaufort, nor Col. Leake, we feel much indebted to Mr. Fellows for his description of this celebrated city, which, from its contiguity to the coast, and its being accessible to yacht-going folk, one only wonders has not been oftener visited. We have dwelt so long upon the more inland travel that we regret we cannot devote more space to this. Suffice to say, that it equalled the fullest expectations of our author, who has done it great justice both in the description and in the very beautifully executed drawings of its tombs and theatre. The inscriptions are said to resemble the Phoenician or Etruscan; and a most valuable part of the information conveyed in this part of the work, is that the trustees of the British Museum, on seeing the drawings of the tombs at Xanthus, have recommended them to the government; and as directions for their removal to this country, have been given, we may hope shortly to have an opportunity of inspecting them in our own country.

would be expected from a person of Mr. Fellows' taste, as much yet remains to be done in describing the ruins and antiquities of that vast metropolis. But we must hasten onward, for the ground is now clear, and the way has been often trod. From Macry, his route is north west to Ephesus by Labranda, when turning inland, parallel to the Mæander, he visits Laodicea and Hierapolis, and returns by Sardis to Smyrna.

Thus far for the geographical material, the principal portion of the work. Its style is plain, simple, unaffected; and we should say chiefly, that in which it was written on the spot. On setting out, he states himself as prejudiced against the Turks, but learned by intercourse to think better of them. He found these Turkoman tribes to be an honest, simple race, hospitable to strangers, and free from many of the vices that their brethren of the cities, and more civilized, but less moral The following is parts partake of. an instance of their hospitality at Cotyæium:

"I was beginning to make my meal upon the food we had with us, when in came nine people, each bearing a dish. A large tray was raised on the rim of a corn sieve, placed on the ground, in the centre of which was put a tureen of soup, with pieces of bread around it. Of the

nine dishes, I observed three were of soups; I asked why this was, and who formed that it is the custom of the people, was to pay for the repast, and was instrictly enjoined by their religion, that as soon as a stranger appears, each peasant should bring his dish-he himself remaining to partake of it, after the stranger has fed-a sort of pic-uic, of which the stranger partakes without contributing. The hospitality extends to everything he requires; his horse is fed, and wood is brought for his fire, each inhabitant feeling honoured by offering something. The whole of the contributors afterwards sit down and eat in another part of the room."

Longevity is remarkable among the inhabitants of this country-at least, it was before the entrance of Ibrahim Basha. At Troy, our author met an old man, said to be 102 years of age, who had, strange to say, two young teeth, just appearing through his gums; and his servant, Demetrius, relates an instance of another such phenomenon in a person still older. These must have arisen from the original milk

teeth never having been shed; but which, dropping out in old age, made room for the permanent ones to come up.

At Moola, our traveller fell in with the Chingunees or gipsies, some of whom he describes as displaying great beauty. The women go unveiled, and are remarkable for their strength. Of one group, he says,

"There was a mother with her child, perhaps five years old, dark as a negro, but of a far healthier and richer colour, almost veiled by its wild hair, which had never been cut, and, perhaps, never combed. Its neck was hung with beads, coins, and various chains; its very few, clothes hung loosely, leaving the arms and legs bare. The mother was young, and of a peculiar beauty, with much elegance and softness; yet, with the dignity of a Meg Merrilies, she had somewhat of the Græco-Egyptian style of face; the features being rather long. Her hair was gathered in a band round her head, and ornamented with fresh flowers; the clothes loose and scanty; but, with this appearance even of poverty in the dress, there was, at the same time, a considerable display of wealth; on one of her wrists I saw three broad bracelets or bands of gold, about three quarters of an inch wide; and, on her neck, other gold orna

ments."

It remained there the whole day, till night, when, on unpacking the bundle, it was found still alive, and so strong, that it had power to bear up Mr. Fellows, standing on its back, and it required some severe blows about the head to dispatch it. But natural history is not our author's forte, as one small quotation will explain. At page 10, he very gravely informs us that, at Smyrna, "The common pigeon here is the turtle-dove!!!" Throughout the whole of this work, there seems a deficiency of classic information. We will not say that such was not possessed by the author; but, certainly, it has not appeared where it would have had a valuable effect; in traversing countries teeming with the scenes and localities of ancient authors. Same apology is, however, made for this by an erudite appendix by Mr. J.. Yates. In conclusion, we should be wanting in taste and judgment, were we to close this critique without saying a word for the admirable appearance of the work, which must form an ornament in the drawing-room and the boudoir. The illustrations are well executed; and, from personal knowledge, we know many of them to be faithful representations. But there is much to be done in the country still, particularly between Olympus and Mount Cadmus, and also in the eastern part of Phrygia, and should Mr. Charles Fellows be again induced to travel, we shall hail his return as a boon to geographical science.

AMONGST the many absurd opinions entertained by the Irish peasantry at the present day, there is none more generally prevalent, or still remains more firmly rooted, than the belief in the existence of a super-human or infernal power exercised by demons or fairies over the properties, and particularly over the milch cattle of mortals. This superstition, like most other Irish superstitions, was, in bye-gone times, much more common than at present; but nevertheless it still remains nearly as firm as ever in many of the more secluded rural districts of Ireland. Nor is this power believed to be confined to fairies or devils: many mortals, particularly old women, are thought to possess the power of charming the cattle of their neighbours, and depriving them, by some secret and mysterious means, of their milk and butter. I believe it is not ascertained how this diabolical power is acquired; but it is said that it is by virtue of some horrid compact with the dark One, by which they engage to surrender themselves soul and body into his hands, after a certain period has elapsed, on condition of his investing them, during the said assigned period, with the power of depriving the cattle of certain persons of their milk and butter, and transferring it to their own. Thus, whenever by any hidden disease or any other undiscovered impediment, a cow appears to decline, or ceases to supply

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her wonted quantity of milk and butter, she is immediately thought to be bewitched, or, as it is commonly termed "overlooked' by some covetous, malignant old hag, and application is immediately made to some fairyman," or "knowing woman," for a counter-charm; and as it sometimes happens that the person applied to may have a knowledge of the disease under which the afflicted victim labours, or, as oftener occurs that the disorder disappears as it came, without any visible cause, the impostor is lauded to the skies for his superior skill, and some person is pointed at, as in league with the devil, and held up to the whole country as a witch and a robber, and-an object of terror and detestation to all her neighbours.

This superstition, however, is declining greatly of late years; but many curious stories in connexion with it are still told throughout the country, at the peasant's fire-side on a winter's evening; and from the many which I have heard I select the two following as being the most popular in my neighbourhood, and likely to afford most amusement to my readers.

About the commencement of the last century there lived in the vicinity of the once famous village of Aghavoe,* a wealthy farmer, named Bryan Custigan. This man kept an extensive dairy and a great many uilch cows, and every year made considerable sums by the