MADEIRA. 



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of modern Greece. At last I became tired, 

 and, as nobody else would accompany me, I 

 groped my way alone to the sea-shore, along 

 the narrow, unlighted streets ; and after being 

 roughly challenged several times, by a sentinel 

 on guard near the beach, I stumbled over the 

 sleepy boatmen, who, with my help, launched 

 a boat, in which I was conveyed on board. 



I visited a convent in the morning, with 

 Captain Harcourt and the Hamiltons. Through 

 the gratings we were permitted to see the face of 

 a nun, called Clementina, who has long been 

 celebrated as a beauty — too long indeed — as her 

 charms are now rapidly fading away, before 

 the quickening sun of her native island. 



We sailed yesterday morning, but it was 

 nearly dark before we lost sight of the white 

 houses, scattered villas, and green woods of 



