cruelty rather than their avarice, and fearful of the interference of

England, had come to the determination of concealing for ever the

cold-blooded murder of the soldier they most hated and feared in the

squadrons of their enemy.

Raymond was not forgotten in England. His abdication of the Protectorate

had caused an unexampled sensation; and, when his magnificent and manly

system was contrasted with the narrow views of succeeding politicians, the

period of his elevation was referred to with sorrow. The perpetual

recurrence of his name, joined to most honourable testimonials, in the

Greek gazettes, kept up the interest he had excited. He seemed the

favourite child of fortune, and his untimely loss eclipsed the world, and

shewed forth the remnant of mankind with diminished lustre. They clung with

eagerness to the hope held out that he might yet be alive. Their minister

at Constantinople was urged to make the necessary perquisitions, and should

his existence be ascertained, to demand his release. It was to be hoped

that their efforts would succeed, and that though now a prisoner, the sport

of cruelty and the mark of hate, he would be rescued from danger and

restored to the happiness, power, and honour which he deserved.

The effect of this intelligence upon my sister was striking. She never for

a moment credited the story of his death; she resolved instantly to go to

Greece. Reasoning and persuasion were thrown away upon her; she would

endure no hindrance, no delay. It may be advanced for a truth, that, if

argument or entreaty can turn any one from a desperate purpose, whose

motive and end depends on the strength of the affections only, then it is

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