Not so Ida! the finest spring of her being had newly vibrated to a magic touch, the energies of her mind were roused to exertion, and she emulated, in proportion as she admired, the commanding genius of Osmyn! She felt herself capable of every effort which the extraordinary circumstances of her life required, and when the oft-recurring visions, of the love that had gone by, or the dream of the love that might return, receded from the heart and imagination they so constantly cheered, Ida resigned herself to those active and solicitous speculations, which had the welfare, the safety, and the happiness of her family, for their sole object;-while it was impossible a fancy so animated, an imagination so warmly alive to the sublime and beautiful of nature, could slumber over a prospect, rich and interesting as that which now Athenians. presented itself to the The power of mingling and combining feelings and sensations, the most opposite in their nature, peculiarly belonged to the versatile and awakened character of Ida, in whom the talents and the affections of the painter and the poet, the mistress and the child, the citizen and the philanthropist, were sweetly and intimately blended, each giving force and energy to the other. The little vessel had now cleared the extreme point of Negropont! The irregular chain of mountains which seem to rise from the declension of Mount Ocha, boldly terminated to the south, in the ancient promontory of Gerœstum; and the eye of Ida, wearied by contemplating their heights, turned for relief on the smiling shores of the little island of Andros, as the volik glided through the strait which divides it from Negropont. She gazed on the island as a spot sacred to the interesting woman whom the genius of Terence has immortalized, and therefore dearer in her imagination than even for the beauty of its groves, where the orange, the pomegranate, and the citron, mingled their rich and golden fruits with the blossoms of the myrtle, and the luxuririant agnus-castus.-They had now launched into the Archipelago, that interesting sea, so precious to the soul of genius, and the mind of taste!where the moral and the picturesque, so intimately blend their influence, and where the most inconsequent Islet, is hallowed by the memory of some circumstance of poetic interest, or attractive from its rich display of scenic beauty. ر Ida sighed that her restless and unhappy mind blunted the enjoyment of her pure and classic taste, and felt how much more powerfully life was governed by the sensibilities of the heart, than by the gratification of the fancy and imagination. Leaving the island of Scio to the north, the outline of the Natolian shores began to define itself on the horizon! The heights of Mount Corcyra were partially distinguished through the mists of distance! by degrees the coast assumed a bolder form, and while the fertile island of Icaros, faded on the sight, Corcyra gradually resumed its own character of unrivalled majesty; and the romantic Turkish town of Vuorlo, rose in the softness of distance amidst its groves of olive and pomagranate trees.But a new scene presented itself when the volik doubled the cape, anciently Meloena, and the enchanting, the luxurious shores that surround the gulph of Smyrna, glowed in all their animated beauty on the eye of the fugitives! The gulph of Smyrna is sheltered by a chain of hills cultivated to their summits; and draped along their unequal sides with the vines' fantastic wreathes; the extreme richness of the soil, the fertilizing streams of the Hermus, from whence the gulph derived its ancient name, have induced innumerable colonies from the interior of Asia-Minor, to settle along the coast, and while their little villages, scattered through the groves that fringe the bay, give a high finish to the native beauty of the scene; their flocks as they scale the hills, and the strains of the lyre or the pipe, which cheer the devious steps of the Asiatic shepherd, |