Produced by Al Haines. [Transcriber’s note: This volume references page 186 in Volume 1. In that volume search for "186" (without the quotes).] *ADVENTURES* *OF* *AN AIDE-DE-CAMP:* *OR,* *A CAMPAIGN IN CALABRIA.* BY JAMES GRANT, ESQ. AUTHOR OF "THE ROMANCE OF WAR." _Claud._ I look’d upon her with a soldier’s eye, That liked, but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love: But now I am returned, and that war thoughts Have left their places vacant; in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Saying how I liked her ere I went to war. SHAKSPEARE. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON: SMITH, ELDER, AND CO., CORNHILL. 1848. London: Printed by STEWART and MURRAY, Old Bailey. *CONTENTS.* CHAPTER I.—The Third Penitent.—The Monk II.—The Monk’s Story III.—A Narrow Escape IV.—Castelguelfo.—The Wolf of Amato V.—Happiness VI.—The Villa Besieged VII.—The Nuptials VIII.—The Tempest.—The Last of the Hunchback IX.—A Military Honeymoon X.—Wreck of the "Delight" XI.—The Voltigeurs.—The Massacre of Bagnara XII.—A Retreat In Square.—The Prisoner of War XIII.—The Drum-head Court-martial XIV.—Dianora.—The Forfeited Hand XV.—The Monastery XVI.—The Sanctuary Violated XVII.—Unexpected Perils XVIII.—Captured by the Enemy.—The Two Generals XIX.—The Albergo.—The Bandit’s Revenge XX.—The Bandit’s Cavern.—Recapture XXI.—Joys of a Military Honeymoon XXII.—The Siege of Scylla XXIII.—The Fall of Scylla.—Conclusion *ADVENTURES* *OF AN* *AIDE-DE-CAMP.* *CHAPTER I.* *THE THIRD PENITENT—THE MONK.* The escape of a second victim from the vaults caused a great surmising and anxiety at Canne; and although, no doubt, the cardinal suspected that I had a hand in the matter, he never spoke of it. The astonishment of the keeper was boundless, when he discovered his charge vanishing so unaccountably: he was accused of conspiracy, and imprisoned by order of the podesta. The poor man defended himself before the tribunal, by laying the blame upon—whom think you, gentle reader?—VIRGIL; who is regarded by the lower order of Italians less as a poet, than as a conjuror and magician, upon whose guilty head the blame of everything wicked and wonderful is laid.