his proud boast, "shall no man wear mourning. I have not shed one drop of human blood." Could any ruler leave this earth with a nobler record? Could any conceive for himself so fine an epitaph?
Our rulers, and Venizelos, have wasted the precious blood of Europe to flatter their personal vanity and nurse an idle imperialism for Greece; and when everything goes wrong they have only to resign!
I had determined to ascend the Acropolis, whatever the effort to reach the top, and refused even to be discouraged when at the very entrance our driver pulled up and informed us that "it was forbidden" to drive within.
It did not occur to me to protest; but we had scarcely walked twenty yards up the steep ascent when a carriage (containing the captain and his daughter) and then another carriage (!) drove by. Naturally indignant, we returned to ask the man what he meant. To evade argument, he disengenuously explained: "It would need two horses to get up there, and I have only one." The subterfuge only infuriated me the more, and when he had six times sturdily refused to obey orders, I simply seized the miserable little being by the shoulders and shook him like a rat. Violence proved the only way, and we had no more trouble with him!
It is horrible, in such hallowed surroundings, to be haggling about money; but, of course, we were cheated over our change!
"Never mind," said the Italian, "let the creatures rob us. Gentlemen cannot fight with grooms." And as I looked at the exquisite profile of this young Venetian against the Athenian skies, I could fancy myself accompanied by one of the old Patricians, amidst his degenerate, money-changing descendants.
Almost in silence we wandered over the ruins of a civilisation whence came the highest culture of the world. I felt, indeed, as if I had been born too late; for what have I in common with the century in which I live?
To-day nations are not judged by their lyrics that are the measure of their imagination, and without
