Syra possesses a fine harbour.  From our vessel we had a view over the whole town and its environs.  An isolated mountain, crowned by a convent and church, the seat of the bishop, rises boldly from the very verge of the shore.  The town winds round this mountain in the form of several wreaths, until it almost reaches the episcopal buildings.  The background closes with the melancholy picture of a barren mountain-chain.  A lighthouse stands on a little neighbouring island.  The quarantine establishment looks cheerful enough, and is situate at a little distance from the town on the sea-shore.

It was Sunday when we arrived here; and as Syra belongs to Greece, I here heard the sound of bells like those of Mount Lebanon, and once more their strain filled me with deep and indescribable emotion.  Never do we think so warmly of our home as when we are solitary and alone among strange people in a far-distant land!

I would gladly have turned aside from my route to visit Athens, which I might have reached in a few hours; but then I should once more have been compelled to keep quarantine, and perhaps on leaving Greece the infliction would have to be borne a third time, a risk which I did not wish to run.  I therefore preferred keeping quarantine at Malta, and having done with it at once.

On the same day at two o’clock we once more set sail.  This day and the following I remained on deck as much as possible, bidding defiance to wind and rain, and gazing at the islands as we glided past one after another.  As one island disappeared, another rose in its place.  Groups of isolated rocks also rose at intervals, like giants from the main, to form a feature in the changing panorama.

On the right, in the far distance, we could distinguish Paros and Antiparos, on the left the larger Chermian Isles; and at length we passed close to Cervo (Stag’s Island), which is particularly distinguished by the beauty of its mountain-range.  Here, as at Syra, we find an isolated mountain, round which a town winds almost to its summit.

September 12th.

As I came on deck to-day with the sun, the mainland of the Morea was in sight on our right,—­a great plain, with many villages scattered over its surface, and a background of bare hills.  After losing sight of the Morea we sailed once more on the high seas.

This day might have had a tragical termination for us.  I was sitting as usual on deck, when I noticed an unusual stir among the sailors and officers, and even the commander ran hastily towards me.  Nevertheless I did not dare to ask what had happened; for in proportion as the French are generally polite, they are proud and overbearing on board their steamers.  I therefore remained quietly seated, and contented myself with watching every movement of the officers and men.  Several descended to the coal-magazine, returning heated, blackened by the coals, and dripping with water.  At length a cabin-boy came hurrying by me; and upon