the foundation of that literary renown which he afterwards acquired; on the contrary, he was only known as the author of his Hours of Idleness; and the severity with which the Edinburgh Reviewers had criticised that production was still fresh in every English reader’s recollection.  I could not, therefore, be supposed to seek his acquaintance from any of those motives of vanity which have actuated so many others since:  but it was natural that, after our accidental rencontre, and all that passed between us on that occasion, I should, on meeting him in the course of the same week at dinner at the English ambassador’s, have requested one of the secretaries, who was intimately acquainted with him, to introduce me to him in regular form.  His Lordship testified his perfect recollection of me, but in the coldest manner, and immediately after turned his back on me.  This unceremonious proceeding, forming a striking contrast with previous occurrences, had something so strange in it, that I was at a loss how to account for it, and felt at the same time much disposed to entertain a less favourable opinion of his Lordship than his apparent frankness had inspired me with at our first meeting.  It was not, therefore, without surprise, that, some days after, I saw him in the streets, coming up to me with a smile of good nature in his countenance.  He accosted me in a familiar manner, and, offering me his hand, said,—­’I am an enemy to English etiquette, especially out of England; and I always make my own acquaintance without waiting for the formality of an introduction.  If you have nothing to do, and are disposed for another ramble, I shall be glad of your company.’  There was that irresistible attraction in his manner, of which those who have had the good fortune to be admitted into his intimacy can alone have felt the power in his moments of good humour; and I readily accepted his proposal.  We visited again more of the most remarkable curiosities of the capital, a description of which would here be but a repetition of what a hundred travellers have already detailed with the utmost minuteness and accuracy; but his Lordship expressed much disappointment at their want of interest.  He praised the picturesque beauties of the town itself, and its surrounding scenery; and seemed of opinion that nothing else was worth looking at.  He spoke of the Turks in a manner which might have given reason to suppose that he had made a long residence among them, and closed his observations with these words:—­’The Greeks will, sooner or later, rise against them; but if they do not make haste, I hope Buonaparte will come, and drive the useless rascals away.’"[139]