seen their dwellings and their property destroyed without the power to save it, fled from the scene of desolation, to seek an asylum in the houses of their friends in Belgrade. The shrieks of the women, who loudly proclaimed their own terror, and the general calamity; masters of families silently wringing their hands, while their haggard countenances exhibited the mute picture of despair, formed a spectacle so full of anguish and distress, that it admits not of description. All whose sorrow permitted them to speak, joined in the same lamentable tale: more than the half of Pera was reduced to ashes.

Canziani anxiously enquired of the sufferers if they knew the fate of his friend and relatiye Nicholas Paleopulo, and with grief learnt that he was amongst the first of those who had suffered; some said that he had perished

in the flames; others asserted that they had seen him and a Frank, an inmate in his house, exerting themselves to save part of the valuable property of Mr.

and struggling against the flames

which raged with dreadful violence in the palace of the British resident. In the middle of that awful night, the wife of Paleopulo was conveyed by her slaves to the house of Canziani. She was carried into the apartments of Eudora in a state of terrific swoonings, which her attendants declared had scarcely ever permitted her to revive to a full sense of her misery during the whole of their flight from Pera. Eudora and Reine, with the tenderest cares, endeavoured to sooth and ameliorate her pitiable state, but when the powers of recollection returned, heedless of their attention, even of their presence, she tore her hair, called on the name

of her husband, and franticly accused her slaves of forcing her from his arms. Tears of compassion filled the eyes of Reine, and fell on the cheek of the sufferer, as she aided her mother in supporting their friend; several of the slaves stationed themselves at the windows, anxiously looking out for the arrival of their master Paleopulo. The red glow of destruction had faded from the face of heaven; all was calm and serene; at length sounds of voices and approaching footsteps were heard-the door of the apartment was opened by Canziani, Paleopulo rushed in, and, in an agony of mingled affection and tenderness, clasped his almost inanimate wife to his heart.

In this scene of general sympathy all ceremony was forgotten; the slaves wept around the couch of their mistress; and Reine, who had thrown her

self into her mother's arms, was unconscious of the presence of Paleopulo's guest, who had unbidden followed him into the room; but, when she raised her head from her mother's bosom, what was her emotion, her, almost breathless astonishment, to meet again that glance which had thrilled her very soul! she recognized in Paleopulo's guest the noble stranger who had captivated, for the first time, her youthful fancy.

He now regarded her with that same look of unconstrained admiration; and the bright blush on her cheek, and the tremulous agitation of her frame, did not escape his quick penetration. He advanced respectfully towards her, and, in a voice remarkable for the clearness and music of its tones, he said, "Can you pardon the presumption of a stranger who has thus intruded himself into

your presence?" He paused a moment, looked earnestly in her face, and then added, “Yes, I dare hope for pardon; gentleness and goodness are pleading my cause in an innocent heart; the motive which led me here will, I think, insure me your forgiveness; it was a resistless anxiety to witness the meeting of my highly respected friends."

Reine, with native sweetness and courtesy, blushing still more deeply, replied, "The friend of Nicholas Paleopulo cannot fail to be regarded here as an esteemed and welcome guest."

The stranger, fearful that his conversing longer with this interesting girl might be considered indecorous, only acknowledged her courtesy by a graceful retiring bow, but it was accompanied by a look which spoke in language most eloquent to the heart, and