A little above Castri is a cave, supposed the Pythian, of immense depth; the upper part of it is paved, and now a cowhouse. On the other side of Castri stands a Greek monastery; some way above which is the cleft in the rock, with a range of caverns difficult of ascent, and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias. From this part descend the fountain and the "Dews of Castalie." [Byron and Hobhouse slept at Crissa December 15, and visited Delphi December 16, 1809.--_Travels in Albania_, i. 199-209.] 2. And rest ye at "Our Lady's house of Woe." Stanza xx. line 4. The convent of "Our Lady of Punishment," _Nossa Señora de Pena_, on the summit of the rock. Below, at some distance, is the Cork Convent, where St. Honorius dug his den, over which is his epitaph. From the hills, the sea adds to the beauty of the view.--[_Note to First Edition_.] Since the publication of this poem, I have been informed [by W. Scott, July 1, 1812] of the misapprehension of the term _Nossa Señora de Pena_. It was owing to the want of the _tilde_, or mark over the _ñ_, which alters the signification of the word: with it, _Peña_ signifies a rock; without it, _Pena_ has the sense I adopted. _I_ do not think it necessary to alter the passage; as, though the common acceptation affixed to it is "Our Lady of the Rock," I may well assume the other sense from the severities practised there.--[_Note to Second Edition._] 3. Throughout this purple land, where Law secures not life. Stanza xxi. line 9. It is a well-known fact that in the year 1809, the assassinations in the streets of Lisbon and its vicinity were not confined by the Portuguese to their countrymen; but that Englishmen were daily butchered: and so far from redress being obtained, we were requested not to interfere if we perceived any compatriot defending himself against his allies. I was once stopped in the way to the theatre at eight o'clock in the evening, when the streets were not more empty than they generally are at that hour, opposite to an open shop, and in a carriage with a friend: had we not fortunately been armed, I have not the least doubt that we should have "adorned a tale" instead of telling one. The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal; in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome average nightly, and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever punished! 4. Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened! Stanza xxiv. line 1.