It was in April of this year that the destruction of Scio took place.  That island, a sort of appanage of the Sultana mother, enjoyed many privileges peculiar to itself.  In a population of 130,000 or 140,000, it had no more than 2,000 or 3,000 Turks; indeed, by some accounts, not near as many.  The absence of these ruffian masters had in some degree allowed opportunity for the promotion of knowledge, the accumulation of wealth, and the general cultivation of society.  Here was the seat of modern Greek literature; here were libraries, printing-presses, and other establishments, which indicate some advancement in refinement and knowledge.  Certain of the inhabitants of Samos, it would seem, envious of this comparative happiness of Scio, landed upon the island in an irregular multitude, for the purpose of compelling its inhabitants to make common cause with their countrymen against their oppressors.  These, being joined by the peasantry, marched to the city and drove the Turks into the castle.  The Turkish fleet, lately reinforced from Egypt, happened to be in the neighboring seas, and, learning these events, landed a force on the island of fifteen thousand men.  There was nothing to resist such an army.  These troops immediately entered the city and began an indiscriminate massacre.  The city was fired; and in four days the fire and sword of the Turk rendered the beautiful Scio a clotted mass of blood and ashes.  The details are too shocking to be recited.  Forty thousand women and children, unhappily saved from the general destruction, were afterwards sold in the market of Smyrna, and sent off into distant and hopeless servitude.  Even on the wharves of our own cities, it has been said, have been sold the utensils of those hearths which now exist no longer.  Of the whole population which I have mentioned, not above nine hundred persons were left living upon the island.  I will only repeat, Sir, that these tragical scenes were as fully known at the Congress of Verona, as they are now known to us; and it is not too much to call on the powers that constituted that congress, in the name of conscience and in the name of humanity, to tell us if there be nothing even in these unparalleled excesses of Turkish barbarity to excite a sentiment of compassion; nothing which they regard as so objectionable as even the very idea of popular resistance to power.

The events of the year which has just passed by, as far as they have become known to us, have been even more favorable to the Greeks than those of the year preceding.  I omit all details, as being as well known to others as to myself.  Suffice it to say, that with no other enemy to contend with, and no diversion of his force to other objects, the Porte has not been able to carry the war into the Morea; and that, by the last accounts, its armies were acting defensively in Thessaly.  I pass over, also, the naval engagements of the Greeks, although that is a mode of warfare in which they are calculated to excel, and in which