The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England, Volume 2 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe, volume 2Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
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The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England, Volume 2 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe, volume 2
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de, 1768-1848
four pieces of cannon and bring on deck his muskets, pistols
and side-arms; but, as the wind favoured us, the pirate gave
us up. We arrived, on Monday the 18th, at seven o'clock in
the evening, at the port of Smyrna."
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[Sidenote: Greece.]
After crossing Greece, and touching Zea and Chio, I found
Julien at Smyrna. To-day I see Greece in my memory as one
of those dazzling circles which one sometimes beholds on
closing one's eyes. Against that mysterious phosphorescence
are outlined ruins of a delicate and admirable architecture,
the whole rendered still more resplendent by I know not
what brightness of the Muses. When shall I see again the
thyme of Mount Hymettus, the oleanders of the banks of the
Eurotas? One of the men whom I have left with the greatest
envy on foreign shores is the Turkish custom-house officer
of the Piræus: he lived alone, the guardian of three
deserted ports, turning his gaze over bluey isles, gleaming
promontories, golden seas. There I heard nought save the
sound of the billows in the shattered tomb of Themistocles
and the murmur of distant memories; in the silence of the
ruins of Sparta, fame itself was dumb.
In the cradle of Melesigene I left my poor dragoman,
Joseph, the Milanese, at his tinman's shop, and set out for
Constantinople. I went to Pergamos, wishing first to go to
Troy, from motives of poetic piety; a fall from my horse
awaited me at the commencement of my road; not that Pegasus
stumbled, but I slept. I have recalled this accident in my
_Itinéraire_; Julien relates it also, and he makes remarks
concerning the roads and the horses to the exactness of which
I can certify.
JULIEN'S ITINERARY.
"Monsieur, who had fallen asleep on his horse, tumbled off
without waking. His horse stopped forthwith, as did mine,
which followed it. I at once alighted to know the reason, for
it was impossible for me to see it at a fathom's distance.
I saw Monsieur half asleep beside his horse, and quite
astonished to find himself on the ground; he assured me that
he had not hurt himself. His horse did not try to run away,
which would have been dangerous, for there were precipices
very near to the spot where we were."
On leaving the Soma, after passing Pergamos, I had the
dispute with my guide which I describe in the _Itinéraire._
Here is Julien's version:
JULIEN'S ITINERARY.
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