“’Her pageants on the sunny waves are gone,
    Her glory lives in memory’s page alone.’

“In a beautiful poem written by the lamented Miss Landon, there are some very appropriate lines:—­

  “’But her glory is departed,
      And her pleasure is no more,
    Like a pale queen broken-hearted,
      Left lonely on the shore. 
    No more thy waves are cumbered
      With her galleys bold and free;
    For her days of pride are numbered,
      And she rules no more the sea. 
    Her sword has left her keeping,
      Her prows forget the tide,
    And the Adriatic, weeping,
      Wails round his mourning bride.’

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“’In those straits is desolation,
  And darkness and dismay—­
Venice, no more a nation,
  Has owned the stranger’s sway.’”

CHARLES.  “I have some scraps belonging to the ‘tideless sea,’ which will come in here very well.  The first is the account of the Bosphorus, now called the Canal of Constantinople, situated between the Euxine and the Sea of Marmora.  The whole length of it is about seventeen miles, and most delightful excursions are made on it in pretty vessels called ‘Caiques.’  They rest so lightly on the water, that you are never certain of being ‘safely stowed.’  The rowers are splendid-looking fellows from two to four in number, each man with two light sculls, and they sit lightly on thwarts on the same level with the gunwale of the caique.  Their costume is beautiful; the head covered with the crimson tarbouche, and the long silk tassel dangling over the shoulders; a loose vest of striped silk and cotton, fine as gauze, with wide open collar, and loose flowing sleeves; a brilliant-colored shawl envelops the waist, and huge folds of Turkish trousers extend to the knee; the leg is bare, and a yellow slipper finishes the fanciful costume.  In the aft part of this caique is the space allotted for the ‘fare,’ a crimson-cushioned little divan[3] in the bottom of the boat, in which two persons can lounge comfortably.  The finish of the caique is often extraordinary—­finest fret-work and moulding, carved and modelled as for Cleopatra.  The caiques of the Sultan are the richest boats in the world, and probably the most rapid and easy.  They are manned by twenty or thirty oarsmen, and the embellishment, and conceits of ornament are superb.  Nothing can exceed the delightful sensation of the motion; and the skill of the rowers in swiftly turning, and avoiding contact with the myriads of caiques is astonishing.  My next scrap is about the Hellespont,[4] situated between the Sea of Marmora and the Archipelago:  it is broader at the mouth than at any other part; about half-way up, the width is not more than a mile, and the effect is more like a superb river than a strait; its length of forty-three miles should also give it a better claim to the title of a river.  In the year 1810, on the 10th of May, Lord Byron accompanied