On the morning of July 14th (1823) he embarked in the brig “Hercules,” with Trelawny, Count Pietro Gamba, who remained with him to the last, Bruno a young Italian doctor, Scott the captain of the vessel, and eight servants, including Fletcher, besides the crew.  They had on board two guns, with other arms and ammunition, five horses, an ample supply of medicines, with 50,000 Spanish dollars in coin and bills.  The start was inauspicious.  A violent squall drove them back to port, and in the course of a last ride with Gamba to Albaro, Byron asked, “Where shall we be in a year?” On the same day of the same month of 1824 he was carried to the tomb of his ancestors.  They again set sail on the following evening, and in five days reached Leghorn, where the poet received a salutation in verse, addressed to him by Goethe, and replied to it.  Here Mr. Hamilton Brown, a Scotch gentleman with considerable knowledge of Greek affairs, joined the party, and induced them to change their course to Cephalonia, for the purpose of obtaining the advice and assistance of the English resident, Colonel Napier.  The poet occupied himself during the voyage mainly in reading—­among other books, Scott’s Life of Swift, Grimm’s Correspondence, La Rochefoucauld, and Las Casas—­and watching the classic or historic shores which they skirted, especially noting Elba, Soracte, the Straits of Messina, and Etna.  In passing Stromboli he said to Trelawny, “You will see this scene in a fifth canto of Childe Harold.”  On his companions suggesting that he should write some verses on the spot, he tried to do so, but threw them away, with the remark, “I cannot write poetry at will, as you smoke tobacco.”  Trelawny confesses that he was never on shipboard with a better companion, and that a severer test of good fellowship it is impossible to apply.  Together they shot at gulls or empty bottles, and swam every morning in the sea.  Early in August they reached their destination.  Coming in sight of the Morea, the poet said to Trelawny, “I feel as if the eleven long years of bitterness I have passed through, since I was here, were taken from my shoulders, and I was scudding through the Greek Archipelago with old Bathurst in his frigate.”  Byron remained at or about Cephalonia till the close of the year.  Not long after his arrival he made an excursion to Ithaca, and, visiting the monastery at Vathi, was received by the abbot with great ceremony, which, in a fit of irritation, brought on by a tiresome ride on a mule, he returned with unusual discourtesy; but next morning, on his giving a donation to their alms-box, he was dismissed with the blessing of the monks.  “If this isle were mine,” he declared on his way back, “I would break my staff and bury my book.”  A little later, Brown and Trelawny being sent off with letters to the provisional government, the former returned with some Greek emissaries to London, to negotiate a loan; the latter attached himself to Odysseus,