[Decides 
    
     on 
    
     going 
    
     to 
    
     Turkey, 
    
     thence 
    
     to 
    
     Armenia 
    
      
    
     Leghorn 
    
     - 
    
     Mr. 
    
     Kinlock 
    
     - 
    
     Emin 
    
     "a 
    
     dangerous 
    
     fellow" 
    
     - 
    
     Severe 
    
     illness 
    
     at 
    
     Florence 
    
     - 
    
     Horace 
    
     Mann 
    
     - 
    
     Mr. 
    
     Thompson 
    
     of 
    
     Leghorn 
    
     - 
    
     Emin 
    
     reciting 
    
     his 
    
     adventures 
    
     like 
    
     Othello 
    
     - 
    
     Governor 
    
     of 
    
     Leghorn 
    
     grants 
    
     him 
    
     a 
    
     passport 
    
     - 
    
     Mr. 
    
     and 
    
     Mrs. 
    
     Charles 
    
     Evelyn 
    
     - 
    
     Voyage 
    
     to 
    
     Alexandretta 
    
     - 
    
     First 
    
     stage 
    
     of 
    
     journey 
    
     - 
    
     Emin 
    
     poses 
    
     as 
    
     an 
    
     Englishman 
    
     to 
    
     the 
    
     terror 
    
     of 
    
     a 
    
     Turk-Aleppo 
    
     - 
    
     Journey 
    
     through 
    
     Armenian 
    
     villages 
    
     - 
    
     Erzroum 
    
     - 
    
     Snowbound 
    
     till 
    
     April 
    
     - 
    
     Etchmiatsin 
    
     - 
    
     Dogs 
    
     set 
    
     on 
    
     him 
    
     by 
    
     holy 
    
     monks 
    
     - 
    
     Penance 
    
     for 
    
     killing 
    
     a 
    
     dog, 
    
     property 
    
     of 
    
     Holy 
    
     Church 
    
     - 
    
     Companions 
    
     in 
    
     penitential 
    
     chamber 
    
     - 
    
     Set 
    
     free 
    
     by 
    
     the 
    
     Catholicos 
    
     - 
    
     Returns 
    
     to 
    
     Aleppo 
    
     - 
    
     To 
    
     England 
    
     - 
    
     Dr. 
    
     Patrick 
    
     Russells 
    
     letter.
    
     ]
 
   
    LETTER 
   
    TO 
   
    MR. 
   
    DAVIES.
 
    
     A 
    
     copy 
    
     in 
    
     the 
    
     possession 
    
     of 
    
     Mrs. 
    
     Montagu, 
    
     undated, 
    
     but 
    
     probably 
    
     written
 
    
     about 
    
     this 
    
     time.
 
   
    Sir
 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    Favour 
   
    to 
   
    beg 
   
    of 
   
    you 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    this, 
   
    that 
   
    yon 
    
     woud 
   
    write 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    Correspondent 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Maningham 
   
    to 
   
    prevail 
   
    on 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    to 
   
    send 
   
    me 
   
    an 
   
    Order 
   
    on 
   
    you 
   
    for 
   
    ։300 
   
    Sterling, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    paid 
   
    me 
   
    at 
   
    such 
   
    time 
   
    as 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    returning 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Indies 
   
    or 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    desire 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    it 
   
    before 
   
    that 
   
    time.
 
   
    My 
   
    reason 
   
    for 
    
     desireing 
   
    this 
   
    Money 
   
    its 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    purchase 
   
    certain 
   
    warlike 
   
    Accoutrements 
   
    Mathematical 
   
    Instruments, 
   
    and 
   
    Models 
   
    of 
   
    different 
   
    things 
   
    which 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    necessary 
   
    to 
   
    me.
 
   
    Be 
   
    pleased 
   
    to 
   
    acquaint 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    again 
   
    put 
   
    into 
   
    your 
   
    Hands 
   
    the 
   
    ։60, ,
   
    0, 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    were 
   
    so 
   
    good 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    me 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    Order, 
   
    and 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    seems 
   
    to 
   
    doubt 
   
    this, 
   
    may 
   
    I 
   
    beg 
   
    you 
   
    woud 
   
    order 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Maningham 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    ։60, ,
   
    0, 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    up 
   
    your 
   
    Note 
   
    of 
   
    Hand 
   
    or 
   
    allow 
   
    it 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    Balance 
   
    whichever 
   
    you 
   
    please.
 
   
    If 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    pay 
   
    to 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Tarkan 
   
    the 
   
    ։12, ,
   
    10s. 
   
    or 
   
    100 
   
    areat 
   
    Rupees 
   
    that 
   
    were 
   
    sent 
   
    to 
   
    purchase 
   
    a 
   
    pair 
   
    of 
   
    Pistoles 
   
    & 
   
    which 
   
    I 
   
    paid 
   
    you 
   
    Yesterday 
   
    I 
   
    must 
   
    beg 
   
    you 
   
    woud 
   
    order 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Maningham 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    that 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    ։12, ,
   
    10,, 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Father, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    then 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    sure 
   
    pay 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Tarkan.
 
   
    TO 
   
    DOCTOR 
   
    MESSENGER 
   
    MONSEY.
 
   
    (
    
     April 
    
     26
   
    )
 
    
     1759.
 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    Friend
 
   
    I 
   
    thank 
   
    my 
   
    God, 
   
    and 
   
    Protector, 
   
    now 
   
    am 
    
     going 
    
     au 
   
    with 
   
    a 
    
     chearfull 
   
    Heart 
   
    & 
   
    satisfaction 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    mind 
   
    All 
   
    these 
    
     I 
    
     own 
    
     to 
    
     whom 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    obtain 
   
    Wisdom, 
   
    & 
   
    Understanding, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    stand 
    
     my 
    
     my 
   
    designs 
   
    in 
    
     rediming 
   
    my 
   
    disstressed 
   
    Countrymen, 
   
    Fear 
   
    not, 
   
    nor 
    
     greive 
    
     f 
   
    of 
   
    Emin 
   
    your 
   
    Friend, 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    pity, 
   
    and 
   
    say 
   
    O 
   
    poor 
   
    Emin, 
   
    but 
   
    say 
   
    thus, 
    
     let 
    
     per. 
   
    Live 
   
    and 
   
    die 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    man.
 
   
    Give 
   
    me 
   
    leave 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    this 
   
    my 
   
    Will, 
   
    and 
   
    you 
    
     my 
    
     Absence, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    act 
   
    for 
   
    me 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    present. 
    
     What 
    
     you 
    
     do 
    
     according 
    
     shall 
   
    be 
   
    always 
   
    right, 
   
    and 
   
    remain 
   
    in 
   
    full 
   
    force. 
   
    I 
   
    inclosd 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    a 
    
     cop 
    
     Exchange 
   
    amounts 
   
    to 
   
    1-28 
   
    Dollars 
   
    in 
    
     e
   
    nglish 
   
    money 
   
    two 
   
    hundred 
    
     & 
    
     k 
   
    Sterling 
   
    drawn 
   
    upon 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Richard 
    
     Williss 
   
    Partner, 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Paton 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    it, 
   
    but 
   
    in 
   
    case 
   
    any 
   
    accident 
   
    shoud 
   
    happen 
   
    to 
   
    me 
   
    or 
   
    I 
    
     shoud 
   
    happen 
   
    to 
   
    die 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Way, 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    you 
   
    the 
   
    above 
   
    some 
   
    two 
   
    hundred 
   
    and 
   
    thirty 
   
    fife 
   
    Pounds, 
   
    and 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    receive, 
   
    or 
   
    your 
   
    Order, 
   
    and 
   
    do 
   
    what 
   
    you 
   
    think 
   
    best 
   
    with. 
   
    And 
   
    another 
   
    Note 
   
    of 
   
    M
    
     r 
    
     Williss 
   
    by 
   
    which 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    see 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    insured 
   
    everything 
   
    I 
   
    take 
   
    with 
   
    me 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    of 
   
    Prince 
   
    Edward 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    paid 
   
    him 
   
    four 
   
    Guineas 
   
    for 
   
    insuring 
   
    of 
   
    it; 
   
    that 
   
    if 
   
    I 
   
    shoud 
   
    be 
   
    taken 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    French, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    advisd 
   
    by 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    receive 
   
    the 
   
    Money 
   
    for 
   
    me 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    eighty 
   
    Pounds, 
   
    so 
   
    far 
   
    right 
   
    and 
   
    hope 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    understand 
   
    it 
   
    sufficiently.
 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    received 
   
    my 
   
    first 
   
    years 
   
    Pay 
   
    from 
   
    my 
   
    noble 
   
    Friends 
   
    for 
   
    which 
   
    I 
   
    thank 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    a 
    
     greatfull 
   
    Heart, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    hope 
   
    one 
   
    day 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    it 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    Power 
   
    to 
   
    return 
   
    them. 
    
     Permitt 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    the 
   
    Instruction 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    year 
   
    of 
   
    Their 
   
    Favours 
   
    how 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    proceed 
   
    in 
   
    it. 
    
     llowings 
   
    are 
   
    the 
   
    Gentlemen 
   
    & 
   
    Ladys 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    advance 
   
    the 
   
    Money
 
  
   
    |   | 
       
        ։. | 
       
        s. | 
       
        d. | 
   
    | 
       
        Earl 
       
        of 
       
        Northumberland 
       
        my 
       
        Prince 
       
        & 
       
        Patron  | 
       
        50 |   |   |   | 
   
    | 
         
          Guineas 
         
          pd. | .. | .. | .. | 
       
        52,, | 
       
        10 | ,, | 
   
    | 
       
        dy 
       
        Anson 
       
        a 
       
        Bank 
       
        Note 
       
        of  | .. 
       
        pd. | .. | 
       
        25 | ,, | ,, | 
   
    | 
       
        dy 
       
        Sophia 
       
        Egerton 
       
        25 
       
        guineas | .. 
       
        not 
       
        pd. | .. | 
       
        26,, | 
       
        5 | ,, | 
   
    | 
       
        Lord 
       
        Lytteton | .. | .. 
       
        not 
       
        pd. | .. | 
       
        10,, | 
       
        10 | ,, | 
   
    | 
       
        anhope | .. | .. | .. 
       
        not 
       
        pd. | .. | 
       
        21,, | ,, | ,, | 
   
    | 
       
        ontagu | .. | .. | 
       
        20։ 
       
        bank 
       
        note | .. | 
       
        21,, | ,, | ,, | 
   
    | 
       
        tanly | .. | .. | .. 
       
        not 
       
        pd. | .. | 
       
        5,, | 
       
        5,, | ,, | 
   
    | 
 
                     
                      161,, 
                     
                      10,, ,, | 
  
 
 
  
   
     
      to 
     
      receive 
     
      this 
     
      as 
     
      soon 
     
      as 
     
      they 
     
      returned 
     
      from 
     
      the
   
     
      for 
     
      the 
     
      next 
     
      Winter, 
     
      and 
     
      apply 
     
      to 
     
      M
      
       r 
     
      Willis 
     
      the
   
     
      nt 
     
      my 
     
      Friend 
     
      that 
     
      he 
     
      shall 
     
      write 
     
      to 
     
      his 
     
      Friend
   
     
      at 
     
      Constantinople 
     
      or 
     
      any 
     
      par 
     
      of 
     
      Turkey 
     
      to 
     
      pay 
     
      me
   
     
      some 
     
      of 
     
      money 
     
      or 
     
      to 
     
      my 
     
      order 
     
      as 
     
      you 
     
      will 
     
      desire
  
 
 
   
    [This 
   
    letter 
   
    is 
   
    very 
   
    worn 
   
    and 
   
    ragged, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    piece 
   
    is 
   
    missing 
   
    here.
   
    ]
 
   
    nor 
   
    my 
   
    Lady 
   
    Sophia
 
   
    The 
   
    rest 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    continue 
   
    besides 
   
    the 
   
    Arch 
   
    Bishop 
   
    of 
   
    Canterbury
 
   
    my 
   
    Lady 
   
    Anson 
   
    will 
   
    instruct 
   
    you 
   
    about 
   
    that
 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    Doctor 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    send 
   
    the 
   
    Advice 
   
    before
 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    of 
   
    November 
   
    or 
   
    December 
   
    next 
   
    1759 
   
    that
 
   
    I 
   
    shoud 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    receive 
   
    it 
   
    in 
   
    1760 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    of
 
   
    February
 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    above 
   
    money 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    paid 
   
    eight 
   
    Pounds 
   
    and 
   
    no 
   
    more
 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Taylor 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Hiatt 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    recd 
   
    in 
   
    full 
   
    and
 
   
    send 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    remainder 
   
    whatever 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    you 
   
    are
 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    whenever 
   
    you 
   
    see 
   
    my 
   
    hand 
    
     Writting 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    before 
   
    Witness
 
   
    my 
   
    Hand
 
   
    JOSEPH 
   
    EMIN.
 
   
    the 
   
    20
    
     th 
   
    april 
   
    1759
 
   
    To 
   
    Doctor 
   
    Monsey.
 
   
    I 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    for 
   
    Battle 
   
    tomorrow 
   
    morning.
  
 
   
    TO 
   
    LORD 
   
    LYTTELTON.
 
   
    28 
   
    April 
   
    1759
 
   
    Exeter.
 
   
    My 
   
    dearest 
   
    Lord, 
   
    and 
   
    noble 
   
    Counsellor
 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    unfortunate 
   
    for 
   
    not 
   
    finding 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    awaked, 
   
    last 
   
    Saturday 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    my 
   
    proper 
   
    Leave, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    own 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    sorry 
   
    because 
   
    it 
    
     woud 
   
    renewed, 
   
    and 
   
    make 
   
    still 
   
    more 
   
    the 
   
    great 
    
     Greif 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Heart. 
   
    For 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    better 
   
    for 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    allways 
   
    flying 
   
    from 
   
    a 
   
    thing 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    tender 
   
    and 
    
     pityfull, 
   
    test 
   
    it 
   
    shoud 
   
    have 
   
    more 
   
    effect 
   
    on 
   
    my 
   
    mind 
   
    than 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    necessary. 
   
    To 
   
    tell 
   
    you 
   
    the 
   
    truth 
   
    my 
   
    Noble 
   
    Lord, 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    wastly 
   
    glad 
   
    I 
   
    coud 
   
    not 
   
    see 
   
    My 
   
    Comfort, 
   
    and 
   
    my 
   
    Heart 
   
    M
    
     rs 
   
    Montagu, 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    shoud 
   
    have 
   
    cried, 
   
    and 
   
    shed 
   
    Tears 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    Child. 
   
    tho 
   
    I 
   
    tried 
   
    the 
   
    night 
   
    before 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    had 
   
    the 
    
     Honor 
   
    to 
   
    supp 
   
    with 
   
    her 
   
    Ladyship, 
   
    but 
   
    still 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    upon 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    weak 
   
    foundation 
   
    of 
   
    shewing 
   
    my 
   
    Tears. 
   
    And 
   
    upon 
   
    my 
   
    Word 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    ever 
   
    since 
    
     extreamly 
   
    angry 
   
    with 
   
    myself 
   
    to 
   
    think 
   
    how 
   
    much 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    Boy 
   
    my 
   
    Heart 
   
    behaved 
   
    on 
   
    those 
   
    Matters. 
   
    Shame 
   
    for 
   
    me, 
   
    and 
   
    how 
   
    little, 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    made 
   
    myself. 
   
    Had 
   
    I 
   
    been 
   
    Father 
   
    of 
   
    Dozen 
   
    Children 
   
    I 
   
    ought 
   
    not 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    fetch 
   
    a 
   
    Sigh, 
   
    therefore 
   
    it 
   
    shews 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    yet 
   
    a 
    
     Puple 
   
    and 
   
    hope 
   
    to 
   
    behave 
   
    better, 
   
    or 
   
    behave 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    man, 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    among 
   
    my 
   
    Countrymen, 
   
    where 
   
    I 
   
    shall 
   
    find 
   
    the 
   
    World, 
   
    not 
   
    the 
   
    School.
 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    here 
   
    my 
   
    good 
   
    Lord 
   
    since 
   
    last 
   
    Monday, 
   
    and 
   
    am 
   
    afraid 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    here 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    I 
   
    wish 
   
    to 
   
    stay. 
   
    Our 
   
    Captain 
   
    says 
   
    fortnight. 
   
    I 
   
    doubt 
   
    it 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    that, 
   
    very 
   
    little 
   
    advantage 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Purse. 
   
    I 
   
    lodge 
   
    with 
   
    one 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Newhorn. 
   
    I 
   
    dined 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    Dean 
   
    of 
   
    Exeter 
   
    few 
   
    days 
   
    ago, 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    very 
   
    well, 
   
    he 
   
    desired 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    remembered 
   
    to 
   
    M
    
     rs 
   
    Montagu 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    I 
   
    entreat 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    with 
   
    my 
   
    humble 
   
    Respects 
   
    to 
   
    her, 
   
    and 
   
    tell 
   
    her 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    always 
   
    her 
   
    slave 
   
    I 
   
    am
 
  
   
    
     
      
        
         my 
        
         Lord 
        
         your 
        
         Lordships
      
       
        
         
          
            
             most 
            
             obed
             
              t 
            
             and 
            
             humble 
            
             Servant
          
            
             J.
            
             EMIN.
         
        
       
      
     
    
   
  
 
 
   
    P.
   
    S.
 
   
    If 
   
    you 
    
     honor 
   
    me 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    line 
   
    let 
   
    it 
   
    be 
   
    inclosed 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Dean 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    send 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    me.
 
   
    NOTE.
 
   
    [Mrs. 
   
    Climenson 
   
    refers 
   
    in 
   
    her 
   
    book 
   
    to 
   
    another 
   
    letter 
   
    of 
   
    Emins, 
   
    dated 
   
    June 
   
    9, 
   
    1759, 
   
    written 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    the 
    
     Prince 
    
     Edward 
   
    from 
   
    Genoa, 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    boat 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    quarantine. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    the 
   
    original 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    letter. 
   
    There 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    mention 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    voyage 
   
    in 
   
    it, 
   
    two 
   
    ships 
   
    having 
   
    chased 
   
    the 
   
    boat 
   
    for 
   
    two 
   
    hours 
   
    off 
   
    the 
   
    coast 
   
    of 
   
    Spain, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    letter 
   
    seems 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    an 
   
    interesting 
   
    one, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    regretted 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    possess 
   
    it. 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Climenson 
   
    says 
   
    that 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    cross 
   
    Turkey 
   
    to 
   
    join 
   
    Prince 
   
    Heraclius 
   
    with 
   
    letters 
   
    of 
   
    recommendation 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    principal 
   
    Armenians 
   
    of 
   
    Calcutta, 
   
    also 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    "Archbishop 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia,
   
    " 
   
    but 
   
    there 
   
    was 
   
    never 
   
    any 
   
    such 
   
    person 
   
    as 
   
    an 
   
    "Archbishop 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia.
   
    " 
   
    Apparently 
   
    the 
   
    reference 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Catholicos, 
   
    or 
   
    Supreme 
   
    Patriarch 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians.
   
    ]
 
   
    Here 
   
    Emin 
   
    thought 
   
    proper 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    lose 
   
    any 
   
    more 
   
    time, 
   
    and 
   
    consulted 
   
    the 
   
    earl 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland, 
   
    about 
   
    going 
   
    in 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turke 
   
    Companys 
   
    vessels 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    and 
   
    thence 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    mountains. 
   
    His 
   
    lordship, 
   
    approving 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    favoured 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    guineas; 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    Charles 
   
    Stanhope, 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montague, 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    lady 
   
    Anson, 
   
    Miss 
   
    Talbot, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    lady 
   
    Sophia 
   
    Egerton, 
   
    likewise 
   
    added 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    more; 
   
    and 
   
    these, 
   
    with 
   
    part 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    fathers 
   
    money 
   
    saved 
   
    he 
   
    paid 
   
    to 
   
    one 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Willes, 
   
    a 
   
    merchant 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    city, 
   
    from 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    a 
   
    draft; 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn, 
   
    he 
   
    received 
   
    the 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    250 
   
    Venetian 
   
    zechins 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    partner 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Panton. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    office 
   
    of 
   
    consul 
   
    at 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    and 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    promised 
   
    before, 
   
    at 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Campbells 
   
    in 
   
    London, 
   
    to 
   
    protect 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    in 
   
    case 
   
    of 
   
    necessity, 
   
    now 
   
    made 
   
    an 
   
    apology, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    sorry 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    perform 
   
    his 
   
    promise, 
   
    since 
   
    the 
   
    merchants 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turkey 
   
    Company 
   
    had 
   
    strictly 
   
    charged 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    nothing 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    with 
   
    Emin, 
   
    for 
   
    fear 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    should 
   
    be 
    
     apprized 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    intention, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Company 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    drawn 
   
    into 
   
    a 
   
    scrape. 
   
    "Take 
   
    not 
   
    even 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    notice 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    they, 
   
    "for 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    dangerous 
   
    fellow.
   
    " 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock 
   
    shipped 
   
    himself 
   
    off 
   
    from 
   
    Leghorn 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo; 
   
    and, 
   
    sure 
   
    enough, 
   
    Emin 
   
    the 
   
    mad-man 
   
    was 
   
    left 
   
    behind, 
   
    entirely 
   
    helpless 
   
    and 
   
    destitute 
   
    of 
   
    friends, 
   
    vexed 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    soul, 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    what 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    with 
   
    himself, 
   
    and 
   
    surprized 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    barbarity 
   
    of 
   
    both 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock 
   
    and 
   
    those 
   
    fearful 
   
    merchants, 
   
    who 
   
    were 
   
    cruel 
   
    enough 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    acquaint 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    intention 
   
    while 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    London, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    taken 
   
    some 
   
    other 
   
    step.
 
   
    He 
   
    remained 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn 
   
    six 
   
    weeks 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    comfortless 
   
    situation; 
   
    having 
   
    hardly 
   
    an 
   
    acquaintance 
   
    but 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Panton, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    merchant, 
   
    with 
   
    an 
   
    indifferent 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    thinking 
   
    too 
   
    common 
   
    with 
   
    that 
   
    cast, 
   
    and 
   
    no 
   
    other 
   
    ship 
   
    to 
   
    sail 
   
    for 
   
    Scanderoon, 
   
    he 
   
    hired 
   
    a 
   
    poor 
   
    chaise, 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    sixty 
   
    miles 
   
    up 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    beautiful 
   
    city 
   
    of 
   
    Florence. 
   
    On 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    taken 
   
    ill 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    severe 
   
    pleurisy, 
   
    the 
   
    common 
   
    disorder 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    country, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    reckoned 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    dangerous 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    indispositions. 
   
    No 
   
    sooner 
   
    had 
   
    he 
   
    reached 
   
    the 
   
    city, 
   
    with 
   
    much 
   
    ado 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    himself 
   
    up, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    a 
   
    lodging 
   
    with 
   
    one 
   
    signor 
   
    Giovanni 
   
    Baptista, 
   
    who 
   
    with 
   
    difficulty 
   
    understood 
   
    him; 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    his 
   
    disorder, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    humanity 
   
    sent 
   
    immediately 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    surgeon, 
   
    who 
   
    bled 
   
    him 
   
    four 
   
    times 
   
    in 
   
    twenty-four 
   
    hours. 
   
    His 
   
    medicine, 
   
    prescribed 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    physician, 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    drink 
   
    only 
   
    milk-warm 
   
    water, 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    wanted, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    lemon 
   
    squeezed 
   
    into 
   
    each 
   
    draft, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    teacup. 
   
    The 
   
    doctor 
   
    attended 
   
    him 
   
    once 
   
    every 
   
    day, 
   
    for 
   
    two 
   
    parloes, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    shilling; 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    honest 
   
    surgeon, 
   
    twice 
   
    a-day, 
   
    for 
   
    one 
   
    parlo. 
   
    In 
   
    seven 
   
    days 
   
    he 
   
    recovered 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    breathe 
   
    freely, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    wait 
   
    on 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Mann, 
   
    then 
   
    envoy 
   
    from 
   
    England, 
   
    now 
   
    Sir 
   
    Horatio. 
   
    This 
   
    noble 
   
    gentleman 
   
    received 
   
    him 
   
    very 
   
    kindly, 
   
    treated 
   
    him 
   
    most 
   
    politely, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    wrong 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    out 
   
    so 
   
    soon 
   
    after 
   
    so 
   
    dangerous 
   
    a 
   
    disorder. 
   
    The 
   
    three 
   
    other 
   
    Italian 
   
    gentlemen, 
   
    who 
   
    dined 
   
    with 
   
    us 
   
    that 
   
    day, 
   
    were 
   
    surprized 
   
    at 
   
    his 
   
    rashness, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "No 
   
    person, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    illness 
   
    is 
   
    allowed 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    physicians 
   
    to 
   
    appear 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    room 
   
    for 
   
    at 
   
    least 
   
    six 
   
    months.
   
    " 
   
    What 
   
    they 
   
    said 
   
    was 
   
    too 
   
    true, 
   
    for, 
   
    after 
   
    dinner, 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    home, 
   
    and 
   
    fell 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    severest 
   
    relapse 
   
    imaginable, 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    stabbed 
   
    under 
   
    the 
   
    right 
   
    breast, 
   
    through 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    blade-bone. 
   
    He 
   
    lay 
   
    almost 
   
    breathless, 
   
    which 
   
    obliged 
   
    him 
   
    again 
   
    to 
   
    lose 
   
    blood 
   
    twice 
   
    more, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    continue 
   
    drinking 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    warm 
   
    water 
   
    with 
   
    lemon 
   
    juice, 
   
    till 
   
    he 
   
    happily 
   
    recovered. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Manns 
   
    politeness, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    general 
   
    invitation 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    table, 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    pass 
   
    three 
   
    or 
   
    four 
   
    months 
   
    pretty 
   
    comfortably; 
   
    when 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Panton 
   
    wrote 
   
    from 
   
    Leghorn, 
   
    that 
   
    there 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    Dutch 
   
    ship 
   
    from 
   
    Amsterdam, 
   
    which 
   
    would 
   
    sail 
   
    for 
   
    Scanderoon 
   
    in 
   
    three 
   
    weeks 
   
    time. 
   
    This 
   
    he 
   
    told 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Mann, 
   
    and 
   
    returned 
   
    to 
   
    Leghorn; 
   
    but 
   
    was 
   
    still 
   
    in 
   
    doubt 
   
    to 
   
    venture 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    passage, 
   
    for 
   
    fear 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    laying 
   
    hold 
   
    of 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    Ateppo. 
   
    He 
   
    could 
   
    find 
   
    no 
   
    other 
   
    method; 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    friends 
   
    to 
   
    consult, 
   
    or 
   
    have 
   
    recourse 
   
    to; 
   
    and 
   
    seemed 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    hanging 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    air 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    thread, 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    what 
   
    would 
   
    become 
   
    of 
   
    him; 
   
    when, 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    surprize, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompson, 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    gentleman 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    naval 
   
    service 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    republic 
   
    of 
   
    Leghorn, 
   
    met 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Square, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    That 
   
    the 
   
    governor 
   
    desired 
   
    to 
   
    speak 
   
    to 
   
    him; 
   
    and 
   
    hoped 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    dine 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    if 
   
    not 
   
    otherwise 
   
    engaged, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    never 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    honour 
   
    of 
   
    seeing 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    town. 
   
    The 
   
    kind 
   
    sound 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    message 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    hope 
   
    for 
   
    some 
   
    consoling 
   
    event. 
   
    Good 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompson 
   
    said, 
   
    "Come, 
   
    let 
   
    us 
   
    first 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    house, 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    nothing 
   
    to 
   
    do.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    complied; 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    there, 
   
    found 
   
    a 
   
    French 
   
    lady, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompsons 
   
    wife, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    beautiful 
   
    daughter 
   
    by 
   
    her 
   
    first 
   
    husband, 
   
    very 
   
    polite 
   
    and 
   
    hospitable. 
   
    The 
   
    natural 
   
    curiosity 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    wise 
   
    nation 
   
    made 
   
    her 
   
    very 
   
    inquisitive 
   
    concerning 
   
    Emins 
   
    case, 
   
    who, 
   
    without 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    reserve, 
   
    told 
   
    his 
   
    whole 
   
    story; 
   
    having 
   
    been 
   
    several 
   
    months 
   
    deprived 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    company 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    angelic 
   
    female 
   
    friends 
   
    in 
   
    old 
   
    England. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompson 
   
    was 
   
    interpreter; 
   
    and 
   
    Emin, 
   
    like 
   
    Othello 
   
    the 
   
    Moor 
   
    of 
   
    Venice, 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Thomson 
   
    hearing 
   
    his 
   
    tale 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    tender 
   
    mother; 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    young 
   
    lady, 
   
    resembling 
   
    the 
   
    lovely 
   
    Desdemona, 
   
    drinking 
   
    up 
   
    each 
   
    word 
   
    with 
   
    thirst, 
   
    and, 
   
    with 
   
    tears 
   
    in 
   
    her 
   
    eyes, 
   
    pitying 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    fetching 
   
    deep 
   
    sighs; 
   
    which 
   
    extraordinary 
   
    sensibility 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    charming 
   
    girt, 
   
    hardly 
   
    twelve 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age, 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    affecting 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    both 
   
    father 
   
    and 
   
    mother 
   
    weep. 
   
    Woe 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    if 
   
    it 
   
    had 
   
    not 
   
    been 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    virtues 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    fair 
   
    sex, 
   
    in 
   
    whose 
   
    chaste 
   
    friendship 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    experienced 
   
    greater 
   
    confidence, 
   
    probity, 
   
    and 
   
    humanity, 
   
    than 
   
    in 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    and 
   
    even 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    relations! 
   
    And 
   
    he 
   
    adds, 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    reason, 
   
    the 
   
    European 
   
    ladies 
   
    are 
   
    treated 
   
    like 
   
    queens 
   
    by 
   
    their 
   
    noble-hearted 
   
    husbands; 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    contrary, 
   
    the 
   
    Asiatic 
   
    slaves 
   
    use 
   
    their 
   
    wives 
   
    like 
   
    servant-maids 
   
    or 
   
    slave-girls! 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    ended 
   
    his 
   
    tale, 
   
    the 
   
    good 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Thompson 
   
    desired 
   
    him, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    politeness, 
   
    to 
   
    dine 
   
    at 
   
    their 
   
    house 
   
    as 
   
    long 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    staid 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn.
 
   
    The 
   
    tragedy 
   
    being 
   
    over, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompson 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    governor, 
   
    who, 
   
    without 
   
    any 
   
    ceremony 
   
    or 
   
    question, 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    Emin; 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    though 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    said 
   
    nothing 
   
    to 
   
    us, 
   
    yet 
   
    we 
   
    know 
   
    very 
   
    well 
   
    all 
   
    your 
   
    motives, 
   
    and 
   
    your 
   
    honourable 
   
    design, 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    last 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    being 
   
    in 
   
    England, 
   
    and 
   
    at 
   
    this 
   
    place; 
   
    we 
   
    are 
   
    well 
   
    acquainted 
   
    with 
   
    every 
   
    circumstance 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    hardships 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    undergone 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    good 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    country. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock 
   
    did 
   
    very 
   
    wrong, 
   
    in 
   
    respect 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    merchants 
   
    charge; 
   
    and 
   
    your 
   
    English 
   
    friends 
   
    were 
   
    too 
   
    thoughtless 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    your 
   
    pains, 
   
    in 
   
    not 
   
    procuring 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    an 
   
    empty 
   
    protection 
   
    which 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    cost 
   
    them 
   
    nothing. 
   
    Do 
   
    not 
   
    make 
   
    yourself 
   
    uneasy, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    an 
   
    Imperial 
   
    passport, 
   
    seeing 
   
    which, 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    molest 
   
    you. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock 
   
    acts 
   
    as 
   
    consul 
   
    for 
   
    this 
   
    port 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    Turkey 
   
    Company.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    added, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    sorry 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    famous 
   
    English 
   
    nation, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    apt 
   
    now 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    to 
   
    neglect 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    merit. 
   
    At 
   
    dinner, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompson 
   
    acted 
   
    a 
   
    second 
   
    time 
   
    as 
   
    dragoman 
   
    between 
   
    Emin 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    governor 
   
    of 
   
    Leghorn; 
   
    who 
   
    with 
   
    cheerfulness 
   
    expressed 
   
    his 
   
    satisfaction, 
   
    finding 
   
    the 
   
    narrative 
   
    exactly 
   
    agreed 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    intelligence 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    before. 
   
    The 
   
    meal 
   
    being 
   
    closed 
   
    he 
   
    ordered 
   
    his 
   
    secretary 
   
    to 
   
    write 
   
    a 
   
    passport, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    translated 
   
    by 
   
    an 
   
    Arab 
   
    mula 
   
    into 
   
    Turkish, 
   
    something 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    form: 
   
    "This 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    certify, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    notice, 
   
    to 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    Pashas 
   
    or 
   
    Governors 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    kingdoms 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Othmans, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    bearer, 
   
    Joseph 
   
    Emin, 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    native 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    city 
   
    of 
   
    Hamadan 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    kingdom 
   
    of 
   
    Persia, 
   
    having 
   
    been 
   
    in 
   
    our 
   
    Imperial 
   
    service 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    republic 
   
    of 
   
    Leghorn, 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    pleased 
   
    to 
   
    invest 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    our 
   
    most 
   
    august 
   
    Imperial 
   
    commission, 
   
    to 
   
    pass 
   
    your 
   
    dominions 
   
    unmolested, 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    mountains 
   
    of 
   
    Upper 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    to 
   
    collect 
   
    different 
   
    kinds 
   
    of 
   
    flowers, 
   
    or 
   
    roots 
   
    of 
   
    various 
   
    herbs, 
   
    or 
   
    such 
   
    birds 
   
    as 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    seen, 
   
    or 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    found 
   
    in 
   
    our 
   
    climate; 
   
    to 
   
    send, 
   
    or 
   
    bring 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    for 
   
    our 
   
    Imperial 
   
    museum. 
   
    Further, 
   
    should 
   
    he 
   
    the 
   
    said 
   
    Joseph 
   
    Emin, 
   
    our 
   
    most 
   
    beloved 
   
    faithful 
   
    servant, 
   
    stand 
   
    in 
   
    need 
   
    of 
   
    guards, 
   
    to 
   
    travel 
   
    with 
   
    more 
   
    safety, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    grant 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    without 
   
    any 
   
    objection, 
   
    and 
   
    even 
   
    with 
   
    respect 
   
    and 
   
    politeness; 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    considered 
   
    as 
   
    done 
   
    to 
   
    us. 
   
    We 
   
    have 
   
    in 
   
    like 
   
    manner 
   
    been 
   
    pleased 
   
    to 
   
    grant, 
   
    and 
   
    have 
   
    granted 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    permission 
   
    to 
   
    shew 
   
    this 
   
    passport 
   
    to 
   
    our 
   
    palioz 
   
    Kinlock 
   
    in 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    to 
   
    respect 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    protect 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    case 
   
    of 
   
    necessity. 
   
    Given 
   
    under 
   
    our 
   
    hand 
   
    and 
   
    seal, 
   
    dated 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    year 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    Lord 
   
    Jesus 
   
    Christ 
   
    1760, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    of 
   
    October.
   
    "
 
   
    The 
   
    most 
   
    humane 
   
    governor 
   
    said, 
   
    "This 
   
    pass 
   
    will 
   
    entirely 
   
    indemnify 
   
    and 
   
    keep 
   
    you 
   
    from 
   
    that 
   
    peoples 
   
    pretensions: 
   
    whether 
   
    you 
   
    succeed 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    plan, 
   
    or 
   
    not, 
   
    we 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    to 
   
    hear 
   
    from 
   
    you 
   
    and 
   
    here 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    likewise 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock, 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    receive 
   
    you 
   
    with 
   
    politeness. 
   
    Go 
   
    on 
   
    and 
   
    prosper, 
   
    without 
   
    fear; 
   
    put 
   
    your 
   
    trust 
   
    in 
   
    God, 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    take 
   
    better 
   
    care 
   
    of 
   
    you 
   
    than 
   
    all 
   
    mankind.
   
    "
 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Thompson, 
   
    on 
   
    Emins 
   
    inquiry, 
   
    informed 
   
    him, 
   
    that 
   
    his 
   
    excellency 
   
    the 
   
    governor 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    prince 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    blood 
   
    of 
   
    France, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    service 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    German 
   
    emperor. 
   
    Sir 
   
    John 
   
    Evelyns 
   
    grandson, 
   
    his 
   
    old 
   
    school-fellow, 
   
    the 
   
    elder 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    brothers 
   
    at 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middletons 
   
    academy, 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    married 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    lady 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn; 
   
    and 
   
    behaved, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    family, 
   
    very 
   
    hospitable 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    during 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    he 
   
    staid 
   
    there. 
   
    His 
   
    younger 
   
    brother 
   
    John, 
   
    Emins 
   
    friend, 
   
    died 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    small-pox, 
   
    while 
   
    at 
   
    school 
   
    in 
   
    London. 
   
    He 
   
    omitted 
   
    inserting 
   
    this 
   
    before, 
   
    and, 
   
    in 
   
    gratitude, 
   
    esteems 
   
    it 
   
    proper 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    mentioned 
   
    here.
 
   
    Emin, 
   
    a 
   
    fortnight 
   
    after, 
   
    took 
   
    leave 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    friends 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn, 
   
    the 
   
    governor, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    and 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Thompson, 
   
    her 
   
    amiable 
   
    daughter, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    and 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Evelyn, 
   
    who 
   
    distinguished 
   
    herself 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    ladies 
   
    of 
   
    her 
   
    country, 
   
    and 
   
    gave 
   
    Emin 
   
    so 
   
    large 
   
    a 
   
    cask 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    that 
   
    it 
   
    served 
   
    exactly 
   
    every 
   
    morning 
   
    at 
   
    breakfast 
   
    for 
   
    five 
   
    persons, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    pleasant 
   
    passage 
   
    of 
   
    thirty 
   
    days; 
   
    namely, 
   
    Emin, 
   
    the 
   
    Dutch 
   
    captain, 
   
    his 
   
    two 
   
    mates, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    cabin-boy, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    voracious 
   
    sea 
   
    appetite, 
   
    till 
   
    they 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Scanderoon, 
   
    the 
   
    corner 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Mediterranean. 
   
    According 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    usual 
   
    custom, 
   
    he 
   
    sent 
   
    to 
   
    acquaint 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Hay, 
   
    an 
   
    eminent 
   
    merchant, 
   
    to 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    of 
   
    recommendation 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    most 
   
    celebrated 
   
    friend 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagu. 
   
    After 
   
    five 
   
    or 
   
    six 
   
    days, 
   
    he 
   
    received 
   
    an 
   
    answer 
   
    by 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    cowass 
   
    (or 
   
    a 
   
    mule-driver), 
   
    with 
   
    four 
   
    horses, 
   
    which 
   
    carried 
   
    him, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    baggage, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Dutch 
   
    captain.
 
   
    The 
   
    first 
   
    stage, 
   
    after 
   
    about 
   
    four 
   
    hours 
   
    travelling, 
   
    is 
   
    at 
   
    Baylong, 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    high 
   
    mountain, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    beginning 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    heavy 
   
    rains. 
   
    There 
   
    they 
   
    alighted 
   
    at 
   
    a 
   
    mountaineers 
   
    house, 
   
    called 
   
    Chapan 
   
    Oglu, 
   
    a 
   
    head 
   
    of 
   
    banditti, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    robber; 
   
    who 
   
    very 
   
    fortunately 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    at 
   
    home, 
   
    which 
   
    prevented 
   
    their 
   
    arms 
   
    from 
   
    being 
   
    taken 
   
    away. 
   
    There 
   
    was 
   
    only 
   
    his 
   
    concealed 
   
    lady, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    slave-girls 
   
    to 
   
    attend. 
   
    They 
   
    slept 
   
    very 
   
    uncomfortably, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    morning 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    on 
   
    their 
   
    journey, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    stout 
   
    fellow 
   
    armed, 
   
    belonging 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    thief, 
   
    on 
   
    pretence 
   
    to 
   
    guard 
   
    them. 
   
    In 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    time 
   
    the 
   
    rain 
   
    poured 
   
    down 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    deluge. 
   
    After 
   
    travelling 
   
    four 
   
    hours, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    foot 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    barren 
   
    rocky 
   
    mountain, 
   
    their 
   
    faithful 
   
    guardian 
   
    stopped 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    road, 
   
    demanding 
   
    a 
   
    brace 
   
    of 
   
    pistols 
   
    which 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    girdle-sash, 
   
    kept 
   
    dry 
   
    under 
   
    a 
   
    fur 
   
    coat 
   
    and 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    cloak, 
   
    besides 
   
    twenty 
   
    zechins; 
   
    threatening, 
   
    otherwise, 
   
    to 
   
    kill 
   
    both 
   
    the 
   
    captain 
   
    and 
   
    Emin. 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    was 
   
    advised 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    speak 
   
    Turkish; 
   
    and, 
   
    while 
   
    the 
   
    mule-driver 
   
    stood 
   
    as 
   
    an 
   
    interpreter 
   
    between 
   
    the 
   
    Turk 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    captain, 
   
    Emin 
   
    said 
   
    nothing 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    while, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    Turk 
   
    surprizingly 
   
    mad. 
   
    He 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    mule-driver, 
   
    "What 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    Frank 
   
    is 
   
    this? 
   
    He 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    frightened 
   
    like 
   
    others.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    replied, 
   
    "He 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    understand 
   
    the 
   
    Frank 
   
    language; 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    mountaineer: 
   
    you 
   
    may 
   
    see 
   
    his 
   
    hand 
   
    is 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    pistol, 
   
    ready 
   
    cocked 
   
    under 
   
    his 
   
    cloak; 
   
    he 
   
    waits 
   
    to 
   
    receive 
   
    your 
   
    fire 
   
    first, 
   
    and, 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    miss 
   
    him, 
   
    depend 
   
    upon 
   
    it 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    sure 
   
    of 
   
    killing 
   
    you; 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    your 
   
    piece 
   
    is 
   
    as 
   
    wet 
   
    as 
   
    dung, 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    dry, 
   
    loaded 
   
    with 
   
    English 
   
    powder.
   
    " 
   
    On 
   
    which 
   
    bloody 
   
    argument, 
   
    the 
   
    Turk 
   
    spurred 
   
    his 
   
    horse, 
   
    and 
   
    stood 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    way 
   
    back, 
   
    saying 
   
    "Now 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    Englishman, 
   
    of 
   
    whom 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    told 
   
    often, 
   
    beating 
   
    their 
   
    enemies 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    quarter 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    number: 
   
    do, 
   
    tell 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    me 
   
    some 
   
    bukshish 
   
    for 
   
    coming 
   
    so 
   
    far 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    twenty 
   
    zechins.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    gave 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    quarter 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    piastre, 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    five 
   
    annas. 
   
    During 
   
    this 
   
    time, 
   
    the 
   
    Dutch 
   
    captain 
   
    thought 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    attacked 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    soul-taker 
   
    Israfil, 
   
    the 
   
    angel 
   
    of 
   
    Mahomed; 
   
    begging 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    mountaineer 
   
    Emin, 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    the 
   
    devil 
   
    any 
   
    sum 
   
    he 
   
    demanded, 
   
    for 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    pay 
   
    double, 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    rid 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    fellow. 
   
    The 
   
    poor 
   
    Dutchman 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    frightened, 
   
    that, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    he 
   
    fell 
   
    sick, 
   
    and 
   
    very 
   
    narrowly 
   
    escaped 
   
    dying. 
   
    Here 
   
    ended 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    chapter 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    dangerous 
   
    life.
 
   
    In 
   
    three 
   
    days 
   
    they 
   
    reached 
   
    that 
   
    beautiful 
   
    city, 
   
    where 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Hay 
   
    kindly 
   
    received 
   
    him. 
   
    He 
   
    waited 
   
    on 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Kinlock 
   
    the 
   
    palioz; 
   
    and, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    weeks 
   
    time, 
   
    bought 
   
    three 
   
    horses, 
   
    hired 
   
    three 
   
    Armenian 
   
    servants, 
   
    and 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    caravan, 
   
    just 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    beginning 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    winter, 
   
    directly 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    north 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    continent, 
   
    or 
   
    Armenia. 
   
    The 
   
    rain 
   
    continued: 
   
    and, 
   
    in 
   
    seven 
   
    or 
   
    eight 
   
    days, 
   
    turned 
   
    into 
   
    snow; 
   
    without 
   
    ceasing 
   
    for 
   
    one 
   
    hour. 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    pair 
   
    of 
   
    pocket 
   
    compasses, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    map 
   
    of 
   
    Asia 
   
    made 
   
    at 
   
    Paris, 
   
    the 
   
    gift 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    good 
   
    patron 
   
    the 
   
    duke 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland. 
   
    He 
   
    encouraged 
   
    his 
   
    servants 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    the 
   
    caravan, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    difficulty 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    persuaded 
   
    at 
   
    last; 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    fellows 
   
    thought 
   
    they 
   
    should 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    lost 
   
    without 
   
    a 
   
    guide, 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    instruments 
   
    of 
   
    guidance, 
   
    the 
   
    fruits 
   
    of 
   
    European 
   
    wisdom, 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    pocket, 
   
    the 
   
    compass 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    map. 
   
    For 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    two 
   
    stages, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    arrived 
   
    with 
   
    perfect 
   
    exactness, 
   
    they 
   
    thought 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    an 
   
    angel 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    human 
   
    shape, 
   
    more 
   
    particularly 
   
    seeing 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    every 
   
    village 
   
    respected 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Turks; 
   
    not 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    shewed 
   
    the 
   
    pass, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    never 
   
    made 
   
    use 
   
    of; 
   
    but, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    understood 
   
    the 
   
    language, 
   
    he 
   
    shewed 
   
    not 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    glimpse 
   
    of 
   
    fear, 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchants, 
   
    but 
   
    behaved 
   
    in 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    domineering 
   
    way, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    imagined 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    some 
   
    great 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    a 
   
    favourite 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    sultan, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    firman 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    possession. 
   
    They 
   
    were 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    very 
   
    complaisant 
   
    and 
   
    civil 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    servants, 
   
    who, 
   
    poor 
   
    creatures, 
   
    never 
   
    felt 
   
    themselves 
   
    so 
   
    happy 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    lives, 
   
    nor 
   
    travelled 
   
    so 
   
    freely, 
   
    commanding 
   
    over 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    lords 
   
    and 
   
    masters. 
   
    They 
   
    travelled 
   
    twenty-eight 
   
    days 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    rain 
   
    or 
   
    snow, 
   
    over 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    many 
   
    mountains; 
   
    when, 
   
    before 
   
    they 
   
    entered 
   
    a 
   
    village 
   
    called 
   
    Yengy-coch, 
   
    they 
   
    saw 
   
    the 
   
    spears 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turkish 
   
    troops 
   
    stuck 
   
    up 
   
    before 
   
    each 
   
    door, 
   
    by 
   
    guess 
   
    about 
   
    500; 
   
    these 
   
    happened 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    broken 
   
    part 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    army 
   
    against 
   
    prince 
   
    Solomon, 
   
    the 
   
    Emerate 
   
    Georgian. 
   
    Emin 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    men, 
   
    "You 
   
    may 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    village, 
   
    and 
   
    rest 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    night 
   
    in 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    house; 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    on, 
   
    lest 
   
    those 
   
    devils 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    inquisitive 
   
    about 
   
    me.
   
    " 
   
    Leaving 
   
    them 
   
    behind, 
   
    he 
   
    pushed 
   
    his 
   
    way 
   
    through 
   
    deep 
   
    snow, 
   
    and 
   
    after 
   
    three 
   
    hours 
   
    more 
   
    travelling, 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    another 
   
    Armenian 
   
    village 
   
    called 
   
    Jinis, 
   
    just 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    dusk 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    evening. 
   
    When 
   
    the 
   
    countrymen 
   
    saw 
   
    him 
   
    mounted 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    fine 
   
    grey 
   
    horse, 
   
    they 
   
    took 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    Turkish 
   
    trooper; 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    spoke 
   
    to 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    language, 
   
    it 
   
    made 
   
    them 
   
    very 
   
    angry; 
   
    they 
   
    ran 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    clubs, 
   
    in 
   
    order 
   
    to 
   
    beat 
   
    him 
   
    heartily, 
   
    using 
   
    menacing 
   
    language, 
   
    and 
   
    asking, 
   
    How 
   
    he 
   
    durst 
   
    travel 
   
    alone 
   
    without 
   
    a 
   
    caravan, 
   
    since 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    Christian? 
   
    Emin, 
   
    seeing 
   
    this 
   
    behaviour, 
   
    and 
   
    before 
   
    they 
   
    could 
   
    begin 
   
    their 
   
    rough 
   
    operation, 
   
    spoke 
   
    to 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Turkish 
   
    language, 
   
    and 
   
    threatened 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    villagers 
   
    put 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    sword 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    troops 
   
    on 
   
    march, 
   
    who 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    there 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    morning. 
   
    No 
   
    sooner 
   
    had 
   
    they 
   
    heard 
   
    the 
   
    sham 
   
    Turk, 
   
    whom 
   
    they 
   
    took 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    real 
   
    one, 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    creatures 
   
    were 
   
    frightened 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    senses, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    hundred 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    came 
   
    down 
   
    upon 
   
    their 
   
    knees, 
   
    begging 
   
    for 
   
    mercy, 
   
    and 
   
    promising 
   
    a 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    money, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    forgive 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    think 
   
    about 
   
    it 
   
    any 
   
    more; 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    time 
   
    expressing 
   
    their 
   
    fidelity 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Othmans, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    the 
   
    only 
   
    people 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    travel 
   
    alone, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    depth 
   
    of 
   
    winter, 
   
    or 
   
    at 
   
    any 
   
    season 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    year.
 
   
    Emin, 
   
    pretending 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    satisfied, 
   
    promised 
   
    faithfully 
   
    to 
   
    say 
   
    nothing 
   
    about 
   
    it. 
   
    Then 
   
    alighting 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    horse, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    conducted 
   
    by 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    respectful 
   
    awe 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    burgomasters 
   
    warm 
   
    house, 
   
    where 
   
    they 
   
    killed 
   
    a 
   
    sheep, 
   
    and 
   
    took 
   
    very 
   
    great 
   
    care 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    horse, 
   
    with 
   
    trembling 
   
    fear. 
   
    When 
   
    the 
   
    pilou 
   
    and 
   
    cabat 
   
    was 
   
    ready 
   
    for 
   
    supper, 
   
    Emin 
   
    ordered 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    houses, 
   
    but 
   
    granted 
   
    the 
   
    burgomaster 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    brother 
   
    the 
   
    favour 
   
    to 
   
    remain 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    room, 
   
    to 
   
    serve 
   
    and 
   
    keep 
   
    him 
   
    company. 
   
    The 
   
    victuals 
   
    were 
   
    laid, 
   
    the 
   
    table 
   
    cloth 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    ground: 
   
    that 
   
    day 
   
    being 
   
    Wednesday, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    fast 
   
    day, 
   
    he 
   
    seemed 
   
    backward 
   
    in 
   
    eating; 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    thought 
   
    his 
   
    anger 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    over, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    wanted 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    bribed; 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    diabolical 
   
    custom 
   
    reigns 
   
    among 
   
    the 
   
    Turkish 
   
    troops, 
   
    who, 
   
    on 
   
    their 
   
    march, 
   
    for 
   
    one 
   
    or 
   
    two 
   
    days 
   
    halt 
   
    in 
   
    Armenian 
   
    villages, 
   
    where 
   
    they 
   
    grow 
   
    sulky 
   
    on 
   
    purpose, 
   
    neither 
   
    eating 
   
    themselves, 
   
    nor 
   
    letting 
   
    their 
   
    horses 
   
    feed, 
   
    till 
   
    they 
   
    exact 
   
    a 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    money 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    landlord. 
   
    They 
   
    were 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    a 
   
    contribution, 
   
    when 
   
    Emin 
   
    ordered 
   
    them 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    stir 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    presence; 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    speak 
   
    very 
   
    familiarly 
   
    to 
   
    them, 
   
    saying, 
   
    "You, 
   
    Christians, 
   
    what 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    objecting, 
   
    if 
   
    any 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    countrymen 
   
    should 
   
    take 
   
    a 
   
    fancy 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    warrior? 
   
    And 
   
    why 
   
    are 
   
    you 
   
    not 
   
    free? 
   
    Why 
   
    have 
   
    you 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    sovereign 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    own?" 
   
    The 
   
    answer 
   
    they 
   
    made 
   
    was, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    our 
   
    liberty 
   
    is 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    world; 
   
    our 
   
    king 
   
    is 
   
    Jesus 
   
    Christ.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    "How 
   
    came 
   
    that 
   
    about? 
   
    Who 
   
    told 
   
    you 
   
    so?" 
   
    They 
   
    answered 
   
    "The 
   
    Holy 
   
    Fathers 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Church, 
   
    who 
   
    say, 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    nation 
   
    has 
   
    been 
   
    subject 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Mahometans 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    creation 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    world, 
   
    and 
   
    must 
   
    remain 
   
    so 
   
    till 
   
    the 
   
    day 
   
    of 
   
    resurrection; 
   
    otherwise 
   
    we 
   
    could 
   
    soon 
   
    drive 
   
    the 
   
    Othmans 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    country.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    "Now, 
   
    my 
   
    friends, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    reveal 
   
    a 
   
    secret 
   
    to 
   
    you, 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    swear 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Holy 
   
    Gospel, 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    behave 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    did 
   
    before.
   
    " 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    "Yes,
   
    " 
   
    and 
   
    did 
   
    swear. 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "In 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    place, 
   
    take 
   
    away 
   
    the 
   
    meat, 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    a 
   
    Christian, 
   
    and 
   
    fast 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    you.
   
    " 
   
    Then 
   
    taking 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    pocket 
   
    the 
   
    Geographical 
   
    History 
   
    of 
   
    Moses 
   
    Khorinesis, 
   
    he 
   
    sent 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    priest 
   
    that 
   
    could 
   
    read 
   
    a 
   
    little, 
   
    shewed 
   
    the 
   
    genealogy 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    kings 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    and 
   
    quoted 
   
    our 
   
    Saviours 
   
    words 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Disciples, 
   
    who 
   
    asked 
   
    him, 
   
    Who 
   
    should 
   
    inherit 
   
    the 
   
    kingdom 
   
    of 
   
    God? 
   
    He 
   
    answered, 
   
    "Whosoever 
   
    shall 
   
    leave 
   
    behind 
   
    him 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    mother, 
   
    brother, 
   
    and 
   
    wife, 
   
    lift 
   
    up 
   
    the 
   
    cross, 
   
    and 
   
    follow 
   
    me.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    said, 
   
    "You 
   
    must 
   
    have 
   
    heard 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Christians 
   
    of 
   
    Frankestan, 
   
    who, 
   
    if 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    listened 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    priests, 
   
    and 
   
    had 
   
    understood 
   
    the 
   
    Gospel 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    manner 
   
    in 
   
    which 
   
    our 
   
    holy 
   
    fathers 
   
    have 
   
    explained 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    us, 
   
    (which 
   
    may 
   
    God 
   
    avert!) 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    as 
   
    great 
   
    slaves 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Mahometans 
   
    as 
   
    we 
   
    are 
   
    now. 
   
    The 
   
    meaning 
   
    of 
   
    shouldering 
   
    the 
   
    cross, 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    ensign 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    brave 
   
    soldiers 
   
    carry 
   
    against 
   
    the 
   
    Infidels, 
   
    to 
   
    fight 
   
    and 
   
    die 
   
    under 
   
    it; 
   
    those 
   
    being 
   
    the 
   
    true 
   
    Christians, 
   
    who 
   
    can 
   
    inherit 
   
    the 
   
    kingdom 
   
    of 
   
    God; 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    they 
   
    that 
   
    lead 
   
    a 
   
    lazy 
   
    cowardly 
   
    life, 
   
    like 
   
    us, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    become 
   
    cattle, 
   
    devoured 
   
    by 
   
    wolves: 
   
    witness 
   
    Davids 
   
    Psalm 
   
    "Be 
   
    not 
   
    ye 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    horse, 
   
    or 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    mule, 
   
    which 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    understanding, 
   
    whose 
   
    mouth 
   
    must 
   
    be 
   
    held 
   
    in 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    bit 
   
    and 
   
    bridle.
   
    " 
   
    For 
   
    example, 
   
    a 
   
    rational 
   
    being 
   
    should 
   
    not 
   
    suffer 
   
    himself 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    wilful 
   
    slave 
   
    to 
   
    others; 
   
    he 
   
    ought 
   
    even 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    cautious 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    domineered 
   
    over 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    fellow-christians; 
   
    since 
   
    God 
   
    has 
   
    created 
   
    them 
   
    all 
   
    free 
   
    alike, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    ruled 
   
    or 
   
    governed 
   
    by 
   
    good 
   
    laws, 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    justice 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    rich 
   
    or 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    poor; 
   
    shewing 
   
    that 
   
    every 
   
    man 
   
    is 
   
    honourable, 
   
    otherwise 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    no 
   
    better 
   
    than 
   
    a 
   
    beast: 
   
    for 
   
    example 
   
    - 
   
    Man 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    in 
   
    honour, 
   
    and 
    
     understandeth 
   
    not, 
   
    is 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    beast 
   
    that 
    
     perisheth.
   
    "
 
   
    Emin 
   
    going 
   
    on 
   
    with 
   
    this 
   
    harangue, 
   
    was 
   
    interrupted 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    secular 
   
    priest, 
   
    who 
   
    cried 
   
    out 
   
    very 
   
    load, 
   
    "He 
   
    is 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    right;
   
    " 
   
    and 
   
    running 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    called 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    village, 
   
    men, 
   
    women, 
   
    and 
   
    children, 
   
    who 
   
    came 
   
    all 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    flock, 
   
    and 
   
    would 
   
    ardently 
   
    kiss 
   
    Emins 
   
    feet. 
   
    He 
   
    had 
   
    not, 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    fathers, 
   
    ambition 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    let 
   
    them, 
   
    but 
   
    received 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    arms 
   
    with 
   
    equal 
   
    affection, 
   
    saluting 
   
    them 
   
    all 
   
    without 
   
    distinction. 
   
    There 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    seen 
   
    a 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    joyfulness 
   
    and 
   
    lamentation 
   
    mixed 
   
    together, 
   
    worthy 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    described 
   
    by 
   
    any 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    eloquence. 
   
    The 
   
    honest 
   
    secular 
   
    cried 
   
    out, 
   
    "My 
   
    dear 
   
    brethren, 
   
    love 
   
    and 
   
    respect 
   
    him; 
   
    for 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    man 
   
    prophesied 
   
    of 
   
    by 
   
    St. 
   
    Nerses 
   
    the 
   
    Great, 
   
    about 
   
    six 
   
    hundred 
   
    and 
   
    thirty 
   
    years 
   
    ago, 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    instrument 
   
    of 
   
    delivering 
   
    us 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    hands 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    oppressors, 
   
    and 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    enemies 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    faith.
   
    "
 
   
    The 
   
    landlord, 
   
    with 
   
    several 
   
    others, 
   
    started 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    priest, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "What 
   
    was 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    pronounced? 
   
    or 
   
    why 
   
    are 
   
    we 
   
    kept 
   
    in 
   
    ignorance?" 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "My 
   
    dear 
   
    people, 
   
    what 
   
    signifies 
   
    pulling 
   
    off 
   
    shoes 
   
    and 
   
    stockings 
   
    before 
   
    we 
   
    reach 
   
    the 
   
    bank 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    rivulet; 
   
    every 
   
    thing 
   
    in 
   
    good 
   
    time: 
   
    besides, 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    prophecy 
   
    is 
   
    for 
   
    666 
   
    years 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    fulfilled; 
   
    during 
   
    that 
   
    period, 
   
    we 
   
    must 
   
    continue 
   
    as 
   
    in 
   
    subjection; 
   
    638 
   
    years 
   
    are 
   
    expired, 
   
    there 
   
    remain 
   
    28 
   
    years 
   
    more 
   
    to 
   
    complete 
   
    our 
   
    persecution; 
   
    then 
   
    we 
   
    shall 
   
    become 
   
    free; 
   
    then 
   
    no 
   
    power 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    world 
   
    can 
   
    oppress 
   
    us. 
   
    Our 
   
    guest 
   
    must 
   
    have 
   
    seen 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    deal 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    world, 
   
    as 
   
    we 
   
    may 
   
    judge 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    conduct, 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    great 
   
    father; 
   
    you 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    judges 
   
    yourselves: 
   
    you 
   
    were 
   
    frightened 
   
    at 
   
    first, 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    imagined 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    Turk; 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    harsh 
   
    behaviour 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    saluting 
   
    you 
   
    first 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    Christian 
   
    language, 
   
    any 
   
    person 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    place, 
   
    even 
   
    myself 
   
    who 
   
    am 
   
    a 
   
    priest, 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    received 
   
    the 
   
    contribution 
   
    money 
   
    you 
   
    offered 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    gone 
   
    his 
   
    way; 
   
    nor 
   
    could 
   
    any 
   
    person 
   
    have 
   
    known 
   
    the 
   
    imposition, 
   
    which 
   
    you, 
   
    through 
   
    your 
   
    terror, 
   
    forced 
   
    upon 
   
    yourselves. 
   
    I 
   
    say, 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    man; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    must 
   
    wait, 
   
    and 
   
    go 
   
    through 
   
    various 
   
    scenes 
   
    of 
   
    life 
   
    twenty 
   
    or 
   
    thirty 
   
    years 
   
    more. 
   
    I 
   
    tell 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    face; 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    he 
   
    that 
   
    does 
   
    these 
   
    things, 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    God 
   
    above, 
   
    who 
   
    has 
   
    protected 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    turns 
   
    his 
   
    heart 
   
    which 
   
    way 
   
    he 
   
    pleases, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    to 
   
    Joseph 
   
    and 
   
    David.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    people, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
    
     goodnatured 
   
    tone 
   
    of 
   
    voice, 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "Good 
   
    father, 
   
    you 
   
    never 
   
    before 
   
    preached 
   
    so 
   
    well 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    life 
   
    to 
   
    us.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "Yes 
   
    - 
   
    I 
   
    think 
   
    myself 
   
    inspired; 
   
    particularly 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    behold 
   
    the 
   
    countenance 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    noble 
   
    guest, 
   
    who 
   
    keeps 
   
    silence 
   
    till 
   
    we 
   
    make 
   
    an 
   
    end 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    speech.
   
    "
 
   
    In 
   
    this 
   
    happy 
   
    way 
   
    passed 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    till 
   
    two 
   
    oclock 
   
    after 
   
    midnight, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    congregation 
   
    departed 
   
    from 
   
    Emin, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    with 
   
    reluctance. 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    the 
   
    servants 
   
    arrived 
   
    safe, 
   
    but 
   
    with 
   
    dreadful 
   
    news. 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    acted 
   
    very 
   
    prudently 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    us 
   
    behind. 
   
    After 
   
    we 
   
    halted, 
   
    the 
   
    Balugbashi 
   
    (or 
   
    colonel) 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turkish 
   
    cavalry 
   
    sent 
   
    for 
   
    us, 
   
    threatening 
   
    to 
   
    cut 
   
    off 
   
    our 
   
    heads 
   
    if 
   
    we 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    tell 
   
    the 
   
    truth; 
   
    adding, 
   
    the 
   
    armed 
   
    Gaur, 
   
    your 
   
    comrade, 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    Turkish 
   
    horse, 
   
    who 
   
    went 
   
    through 
   
    this 
   
    place 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    alight, 
   
    nor 
   
    took 
   
    any 
   
    notice 
   
    of 
   
    me; 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    he? 
   
    We 
   
    answered 
   
    that 
   
    we 
   
    knew 
   
    nothing 
   
    of 
   
    him; 
   
    we 
   
    know 
   
    so 
   
    far, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    from 
   
    England, 
   
    and 
   
    hired 
   
    us 
   
    as 
   
    servants: 
   
    he 
   
    minded 
   
    neither 
   
    the 
   
    Pasha, 
   
    nor 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    Palioz-beg; 
   
    for 
   
    twenty-eight 
   
    days 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    coming 
   
    day 
   
    and 
   
    night; 
   
    and 
   
    we 
   
    only 
   
    hear 
   
    the 
   
    people, 
   
    Turks 
   
    and 
   
    Christians, 
   
    whispering, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    adopted 
   
    son 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    king 
   
    of 
   
    England, 
   
    and 
   
    has 
   
    a 
   
    white 
   
    Firman 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    august 
   
    majesty 
   
    the 
   
    Sultan, 
   
    Grand 
   
    Signior 
   
    of 
   
    Osmanlus: 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    all 
   
    we 
   
    know 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    lord 
   
    Emin; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    man, 
   
    who 
   
    seems 
   
    never 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    life 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    dreamed 
   
    fear; 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    us 
   
    leave 
   
    the 
   
    caravan 
   
    against 
   
    our 
   
    will; 
   
    we 
   
    thought 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    kill 
   
    us, 
   
    if 
   
    we 
   
    disobeyed. 
   
    Upon 
   
    our 
   
    answer, 
   
    the 
   
    froth 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    fury 
   
    abated; 
   
    he 
   
    grew 
   
    very 
   
    cool, 
   
    and 
   
    ordered 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    master 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    village 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    us 
   
    very 
   
    good 
   
    accommodation, 
   
    and 
   
    treat 
   
    us 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    hospitality, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    natural 
   
    disposition 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    Armenian 
   
    countrymen. 
   
    But 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    villagers 
   
    suffered 
   
    much, 
   
    paying 
   
    unlawful 
   
    contribution 
   
    money 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Deirlish 
   
    Bolukbashy 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    troopers; 
   
    who 
   
    said, 
   
    You 
   
    are 
   
    Gavers 
   
    as 
   
    bad 
   
    as 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    who 
   
    have 
   
    destroyed 
   
    many 
   
    thousands 
   
    of 
   
    us; 
   
    therefore 
   
    we 
   
    will 
   
    oppress 
   
    you, 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    on 
   
    them.
   
    " 
   
    Some 
   
    boiled 
   
    meat 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    ordered 
   
    and 
   
    Emin, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    servants 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    villagers, 
   
    sat 
   
    down 
   
    together, 
   
    and 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    hearty 
   
    breakfast, 
   
    eating 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    serve 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    dinner.
 
 
    
     Extracts 
    
     from 
    
     Correspondence, 
    
     1759-1760.
 
   
    On 
   
    Sept. 
   
    24. 
   
    1759, 
   
    from 
   
    "Wimple 
   
    Street, 
   
    Cav. 
   
    Sq.,
   
    " 
   
    Edmund 
   
    Burke 
   
    wrote 
   
    a 
   
    long 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagu 
   
    requesting 
   
    her 
   
    to 
   
    use 
   
    her 
   
    influence 
   
    to 
   
    procure 
   
    for 
   
    him 
   
    the 
   
    Consulship 
   
    of 
   
    Madrid; 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    course 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    letter 
   
    he 
   
    says, 
   
    referring 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    "I 
   
    dwell 
   
    with 
   
    far 
   
    more 
   
    pleasure 
   
    on 
   
    my 
    
     acknowledgments 
   
    for 
   
    what 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    done 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    friend 
   
    in 
   
    so 
   
    obliging 
   
    and 
   
    genteel 
   
    a 
   
    manner. 
   
    He 
   
    has 
   
    but 
   
    just 
   
    now 
   
    succeeded 
   
    after 
   
    a 
   
    world 
   
    of 
   
    delays, 
   
    and 
   
    no 
   
    small 
   
    opposition. 
   
    He 
   
    will 
   
    always 
   
    retain 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    grateful 
   
    sense 
   
    of 
   
    what 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    done 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    favour.
   
    "
 
   
    November 
   
    5. 
   
    1760 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton 
   
    wrote 
   
    to 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagu 
   
    assuring 
   
    her 
   
    that 
   
    Emin, 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    reported 
   
    murdered 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Turks, 
   
    had 
   
    got 
   
    back 
   
    safe 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    then 
   
    goes 
   
    on 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    "I 
   
    presume 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    some 
   
    Indian 
   
    Nabob 
   
    or 
   
    Rajah, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    you 
   
    may 
   
    have 
   
    the 
   
    pleasure 
   
    of 
   
    tracing 
   
    his 
   
    marches 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    banks 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Ganges, 
   
    and 
   
    over 
   
    many 
   
    regions 
    
     where 
    
     the 
    
     Gorgeous 
    
     East 
    
     showers 
    
     on 
    
     her 
    
     Kings 
    
     Barbaric 
    
     Pearls 
    
     and 
    
     Gold, 
   
    and 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    successful 
   
    large 
   
    tribute 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    pearls 
   
    and 
   
    gold 
   
    will 
   
    come 
   
    to 
   
    you.
   
    "
 
   
    Dec. 
   
    14, 
   
    1760, 
   
    after 
   
    a 
   
    Drawing 
   
    room 
   
    held 
   
    by 
   
    George 
   
    III. 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Monsey 
   
    to 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagu, 
   
    "Serenissima 
   
    Principessa! 
   
    There 
   
    are 
   
    no 
   
    bounds 
   
    to 
   
    Pride, 
   
    because 
   
    an 
   
    Earl 
   
    is 
   
    fallen 
   
    in 
   
    love 
   
    with 
   
    you, 
   
    you 
   
    must 
   
    kiss 
   
    a 
   
    King, 
   
    and 
   
    just 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    brink 
   
    of 
   
    matrimony . . . . . 
   
    Emin 
   
    has 
   
    miscarried 
   
    in 
   
    Persia, 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    now 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    let 
   
    yourself 
   
    down 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    deluding 
   
    hopes 
   
    of 
   
    being 
   
    Queen 
   
    of 
   
    England.
   
    "
 
   
    In 
   
    this 
   
    method 
   
    he 
   
    sowed 
   
    the 
   
    corn 
   
    grain 
   
    of 
   
    true 
   
    religion, 
   
    and 
   
    planted 
   
    the 
   
    admirable 
   
    zeal 
   
    of 
   
    military 
   
    spirit 
   
    every 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    travelled; 
   
    and 
   
    after 
   
    two 
   
    days 
   
    journey 
   
    more 
   
    he 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Arzroom, 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    capital 
   
    towns 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    higher 
   
    Armenia. 
   
    The 
   
    snow 
   
    being 
   
    very 
   
    heavy, 
   
    almost 
   
    five 
   
    feet 
   
    deep, 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchant, 
   
    upon 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    bills 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    money 
   
    paid 
   
    at 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    advise 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    proceed 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    destined 
   
    place. 
   
    Against 
   
    his 
   
    will, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    advice, 
   
    and 
   
    spent 
   
    exactly 
   
    thirty-two 
   
    days 
   
    in 
   
    staying 
   
    there. 
   
    The 
   
    secret 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    design 
   
    became 
   
    common 
   
    in 
   
    everybodys 
   
    mouth, 
   
    Armenians 
   
    and 
   
    Turks; 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    terrified, 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    grumbling; 
   
    till 
   
    one 
   
    day 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    handsome 
   
    young 
   
    Janizary 
   
    came 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    inn, 
   
    or 
   
    caravanserai, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    lodged 
   
    in 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    chambers, 
   
    and 
   
    asked 
   
    him, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    lend 
   
    his 
   
    pack-horse 
   
    for 
   
    three 
   
    or 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    work, 
   
    to 
   
    bring 
   
    saman 
   
    (or 
   
    chopped 
   
    straw) 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    country. 
   
    This 
   
    way 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    him 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    humour, 
   
    and 
   
    draw 
   
    him 
   
    into 
   
    a 
   
    formal 
   
    scrape: 
   
    but 
   
    Emin 
   
    managed 
   
    his 
   
    temper, 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    handsome 
   
    Janizary 
   
    sit 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    fire-side, 
   
    called 
   
    for 
   
    coffee, 
   
    and 
   
    sweet-meats 
   
    made 
   
    of 
   
    Grales 
   
    treacle; 
   
    ordering 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    time, 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    favourite 
   
    grey 
   
    horse 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    saddled 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    Turkish 
   
    guest, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    pack-horse, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    servant 
   
    to 
   
    attend, 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    the 
   
    loading 
   
    work; 
   
    and 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    chose, 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    them 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    present; 
   
    only 
   
    desiring 
   
    the 
   
    party 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    servant 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    sent 
   
    back, 
   
    with 
   
    good 
   
    news 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    health.
 
   
    At 
   
    this 
   
    liberality 
   
    the 
   
    Janizary 
   
    was 
   
    astonished, 
   
    got 
   
    up, 
   
    and 
   
    swore 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    of 
   
    Mahomet 
   
    his 
   
    prophet, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    accept 
   
    neither, 
   
    after 
   
    experiencing 
   
    such 
   
    politeness; 
   
    saying, 
   
    "I 
   
    was 
   
    sent 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    man 
   
    to 
   
    try 
   
    your 
   
    temper, 
   
    and 
   
    see 
   
    what 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    you 
   
    were. 
   
    The 
   
    Armenians 
   
    say, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    come 
   
    to 
   
    free 
   
    them; 
   
    but 
   
    (God 
   
    forbid) 
   
    had 
   
    you 
   
    behaved 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    stubbornly, 
   
    the 
   
    intention 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    lord, 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Janizaries, 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    cut 
   
    you 
   
    in 
   
    pieces. 
   
    Since 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    shewn 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    brave 
   
    and 
   
    generous 
   
    heart, 
   
    and 
   
    are 
   
    a 
   
    lover 
   
    of 
   
    us 
   
    soldiers, 
   
    nobody 
   
    will 
   
    molest 
   
    you. 
   
    I 
   
    wish 
   
    to 
   
    God 
   
    you 
   
    may 
   
    succeed, 
   
    when 
   
    we 
   
    Musulman 
   
    Janizaries 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    an 
   
    example, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    serving 
   
    under 
   
    or 
   
    bending 
   
    our 
   
    necks 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    slavish 
   
    Pashas, 
   
    who 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    youthful 
   
    days, 
   
    even 
   
    from 
   
    their 
   
    childhood, 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    used 
   
    like 
   
    women, 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    grown 
   
    up 
   
    men, 
   
    are 
   
    created 
   
    governors 
   
    and 
   
    Janizary 
   
    Agular, 
   
    to 
   
    command 
   
    and 
   
    domineer 
   
    over 
   
    us 
   
    brave 
   
    fellows. 
   
    Even 
   
    our 
   
    pretended 
   
    Sultan 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    slave, 
   
    born 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    slave, 
   
    a 
   
    Georgian 
   
    handsome 
   
    wench.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    said 
   
    "Alaha 
   
    amanat 
   
    alasen;
   
    " 
   
    that 
   
    is, 
   
    May 
   
    your 
   
    kindness 
   
    be 
   
    deposited 
   
    with 
   
    Gods 
   
    reward.
 
   
    In 
   
    the 
   
    evening, 
   
    about 
   
    six 
   
    oclock, 
   
    twenty 
   
    Janizaries 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    Kahwachi 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    pot 
   
    full 
   
    of 
   
    coffee, 
   
    were 
   
    sent 
   
    by 
   
    Hajybeg 
   
    their 
   
    leader, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    compliments 
   
    to 
   
    Emin 
   
    Armany 
   
    Begy, 
   
    or, 
   
    the 
   
    Lord 
   
    Emin 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian; 
   
    saying, 
   
    "God 
   
    send 
   
    his 
   
    peace 
   
    to 
   
    you; 
   
    rest 
   
    satisfied 
   
    without 
   
    molestation; 
   
    while 
   
    you 
   
    continue 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    town, 
   
    you 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    esteemed 
   
    equally 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    light 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    eyes; 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    depart, 
   
    we 
   
    pray 
   
    God 
   
    to 
   
    prosper 
   
    you; 
   
    and 
   
    may 
   
    the 
   
    gates 
   
    of 
   
    success 
   
    be 
   
    opened 
   
    before 
   
    your 
   
    noble 
   
    undertaking, 
   
    Amen!" 
   
    Emin 
   
    drank 
   
    a 
   
    dish, 
   
    treated 
   
    the 
   
    twenty 
   
    stout 
   
    fine 
   
    fellows 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    cup, 
   
    and 
   
    gave 
   
    only 
   
    half 
   
    a 
   
    piaster 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    coffeeman, 
   
    with 
   
    return 
   
    of 
   
    compliments 
   
    to 
   
    Hajybeg 
   
    their 
   
    chief.
 
   
    The 
   
    reader 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    pleased 
   
    to 
   
    know, 
   
    that 
   
    these 
   
    brave 
   
    fellows, 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    number 
   
    of 
   
    several 
   
    thousands, 
   
    are 
   
    Janizaries, 
   
    natives 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    city; 
   
    jealous 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Aga, 
   
    their 
   
    colonel 
   
    or 
   
    Pasha, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    commissioned 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    Porte 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    command, 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    always 
   
    in 
   
    revolt; 
   
    and 
   
    at 
   
    that 
   
    time, 
   
    very 
   
    luckily 
   
    for 
   
    Emin, 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    driven 
   
    the 
   
    governor 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    colonel 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    citadel, 
   
    a 
   
    place 
   
    built 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    middle 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    town 
   
    on 
   
    purpose 
   
    for 
   
    such 
   
    an 
   
    occasion, 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    Pashas 
   
    might 
   
    shelter 
   
    themselves 
   
    till 
   
    the 
   
    difference 
   
    standing 
   
    between 
   
    them 
   
    could 
   
    be 
   
    settled, 
   
    otherwise 
   
    Emin 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    run 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    risque 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    life. 
   
    In 
   
    that 
   
    town 
   
    of 
   
    Arzroom 
   
    inhabited 
   
    12,
   
    000 
   
    Armenian 
   
    families; 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    are 
   
    double 
   
    that 
   
    number; 
   
    and 
   
    they 
   
    observing 
   
    the 
   
    unexpected, 
   
    uncommon, 
   
    amicable 
   
    correspondence 
   
    between 
   
    Emin 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Janizaries, 
   
    were 
   
    greatly 
   
    surprized, 
   
    imputing 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    attribute 
   
    of 
   
    Gods 
   
    mercy 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    passed 
   
    indemnified 
   
    through 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    ravenous 
   
    tygers 
   
    and 
   
    lions, 
   
    repeating 
   
    the 
   
    following 
   
    verse 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    sacred 
   
    Psalms 
   
    to 
   
    him: 
   
    Thou 
   
    shalt 
   
    tread 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    lion 
   
    and 
   
    adder; 
   
    the 
   
    young 
   
    lion 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    dragon 
    
     shalt 
   
    thou 
   
    trample 
   
    under 
   
    foot.
 
   
    The 
   
    snow 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    melt 
   
    away 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    middle 
   
    of 
   
    April, 
   
    when 
   
    Emin 
   
    took 
   
    leave, 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    friends, 
   
    and 
   
    got 
   
    out 
   
    for 
   
    Bayazid, 
   
    whence, 
   
    with 
   
    no 
   
    less 
   
    danger 
   
    of 
   
    robbers 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    way, 
   
    about 
   
    twelve 
   
    days 
   
    journey, 
   
    he 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Etchmiatzin, 
   
    (that 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    Christ 
   
    descended,
   
    ) 
   
    commonly 
   
    called 
   
    the 
   
    Three 
   
    Churches, 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    monastery 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    reverend 
   
    Jacob 
   
    Catholicus 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    dwelt, 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    that 
   
    very 
   
    year 
   
    succeeded 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    glorious 
   
    seat 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    deceased 
   
    ancestor. 
   
    According 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    established 
   
    order, 
   
    pilgrims 
   
    were 
   
    lodged 
   
    and 
   
    entertained 
   
    there 
   
    three 
   
    days; 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    ceremony 
   
    was 
   
    over, 
   
    Emin 
   
    went 
   
    out, 
   
    took 
   
    his 
   
    quarters 
   
    in 
   
    another 
   
    monastery 
   
    called 
   
    Gayanna, 
   
    under 
   
    the 
   
    direction 
   
    of 
   
    bishop 
   
    Aharon, 
   
    an 
   
    acquaintance 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    grandfather 
   
    Michael, 
   
    not 
   
    gratis, 
   
    but 
   
    for 
   
    three 
   
    rupees 
   
    a 
   
    week 
   
    for 
   
    lodging 
   
    only. 
   
    After 
   
    inquiry, 
   
    he 
   
    heard, 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    sorrow, 
   
    the 
   
    death 
   
    of 
   
    Avah 
   
    Vardapit, 
   
    (or 
   
    monk 
   
    Avah,
   
    ) 
   
    among 
   
    the 
   
    five 
   
    chiefs 
   
    of 
   
    Kharabakh, 
   
    originally 
   
    called 
   
    Artzakh, 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    Green 
   
    Garden; 
   
    where, 
   
    after 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    fall 
   
    of 
   
    snow 
   
    in 
   
    winter, 
   
    it 
   
    melts 
   
    away 
   
    in 
   
    twenty-four 
   
    hours, 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    meadows, 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    let 
   
    the 
   
    sheep 
   
    graze 
   
    upon 
   
    them.
 
   
    It 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    little 
   
    amusing 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    some 
   
    account 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    monk: 
   
    - 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    young 
   
    deacon 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    monastery 
   
    of 
   
    Ganzasar, 
   
    seeing 
   
    the 
   
    Lazguies, 
   
    or 
   
    the 
   
    inroaders 
   
    of 
   
    Dagiston, 
   
    making 
   
    an 
   
    excursion 
   
    into 
   
    that 
   
    quarter 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    enslaving 
   
    the 
   
    people, 
   
    carrying 
   
    off 
   
    their 
   
    cattle 
   
    and 
   
    flocks; 
   
    his 
   
    martial 
   
    spirit 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    bear 
   
    the 
   
    insolence 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    enemy: 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    up 
   
    arms, 
   
    headed 
   
    a 
   
    handful 
   
    of 
   
    brave 
   
    veterans, 
   
    and 
   
    by 
   
    dint 
   
    of 
   
    extraordinary 
   
    courage 
   
    and 
   
    prudence, 
   
    beat 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    several 
   
    pitched 
   
    battles, 
   
    and 
   
    obtained 
   
    many 
   
    victories 
   
    over 
   
    the 
   
    armies 
   
    of 
   
    some 
   
    pretending 
   
    princes 
   
    of 
   
    Persia 
   
    after 
   
    Nadir, 
   
    when 
   
    that 
   
    empire 
   
    went 
   
    so 
   
    topsey-turvey, 
   
    that 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    day 
   
    it 
   
    cannot 
   
    be 
   
    settled 
   
    through 
   
    their 
   
    impenitent 
   
    wickedness. 
   
    In 
   
    a 
   
    word, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    acknowledged 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    greatest 
   
    generals 
   
    Armenia 
   
    ever 
   
    produced. 
   
    Prince 
   
    Heraclius 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    fond 
   
    of 
   
    him; 
   
    and 
   
    some 
   
    Mahometan 
   
    khans 
   
    were 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    preserve 
   
    his 
   
    friendship 
   
    by 
   
    flattery, 
   
    and 
   
    great 
   
    presents. 
   
    By 
   
    his 
   
    horsemanship, 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    dexterity 
   
    in 
   
    using 
   
    the 
   
    scymitar 
   
    and 
   
    fire-arms 
   
    on 
   
    horse-back 
   
    or 
   
    on 
   
    foot, 
   
    he 
   
    never 
   
    missed 
   
    the 
   
    mark. 
   
    It 
   
    was 
   
    said, 
   
    his 
   
    amazing 
   
    voice 
   
    was 
   
    stronger 
   
    than 
   
    that 
   
    of 
   
    Nadir 
   
    Shah. 
   
    In 
   
    the 
   
    beginning 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    action, 
   
    he 
   
    used 
   
    to 
   
    sing 
   
    a 
   
    warlike 
   
    song; 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    same 
   
    tune, 
   
    challenged 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    army 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    enemy 
   
    in 
   
    single 
   
    combat: 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    formidable, 
   
    that 
   
    none 
   
    durst 
   
    shew 
   
    their 
   
    heads 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    columns. 
   
    But 
   
    to 
   
    Emins 
   
    great 
   
    misfortune, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    year 
   
    1760, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    killed 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    mountainer 
   
    sitting 
   
    in 
   
    ambush 
   
    behind 
   
    a 
   
    rock. 
   
    Then 
   
    perished 
   
    the 
   
    only 
   
    father 
   
    and 
   
    general 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    five 
   
    unworthy 
   
    chiefs 
   
    of 
   
    Karabakh, 
   
    who 
   
    since 
   
    that 
   
    fate 
   
    are 
   
    become 
   
    the 
   
    vassals 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    Musulman 
   
    Taracama, 
   
    which 
   
    appellation 
   
    signifies, 
   
    the 
   
    low 
   
    class 
   
    of 
   
    Turkmans 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    clan 
   
    of 
   
    Javan 
   
    Shur. 
   
    This 
   
    mortifying 
   
    discouragement 
   
    disappointed 
   
    Emin 
   
    from 
   
    proceeding 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    place 
   
    above-mentioned, 
   
    where 
   
    his 
   
    intention 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    join 
   
    the 
   
    monk, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    form 
   
    a 
   
    body 
   
    of 
   
    men; 
   
    then 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    prince 
   
    Heraclius 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    grace, 
   
    agreeably 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    offered 
   
    service 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    letters 
   
    sent 
   
    five 
   
    years 
   
    before 
   
    from 
   
    England.
 
   
    He 
   
    lived 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    melancholy 
   
    situation 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    week 
   
    of 
   
    Lent, 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    arrival 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    Three 
   
    Churches, 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    last 
   
    week 
   
    on 
   
    Good 
   
    Wednesday, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    proper 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    thence 
   
    ten 
   
    miles 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    town 
   
    of 
   
    Traveen. 
   
    The 
   
    little 
   
    money, 
   
    about 
   
    200 
   
    chequins, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    saved 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    expences 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    fatiguing 
   
    journey 
   
    of 
   
    almost 
   
    three 
   
    months, 
   
    he 
   
    delivered 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchant, 
   
    of 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    received 
   
    a 
   
    bill 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    paid 
   
    at 
   
    Tiffliz, 
   
    the 
   
    capital 
   
    of 
   
    Georgia, 
   
    where 
   
    prince 
   
    Heraclius 
   
    was. 
   
    On 
   
    his 
   
    coming 
   
    back 
   
    that 
   
    very 
   
    afternoon, 
   
    his 
   
    servant 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    pack-horse, 
   
    which 
   
    being 
   
    loaded 
   
    with 
   
    barley 
   
    corn 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    food 
   
    of 
   
    three 
   
    horses, 
   
    was 
   
    too 
   
    heavy 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    pace 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    told 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    gallop 
   
    on, 
   
    lest 
   
    the 
   
    gate 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    monastery 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    fastened 
   
    before 
   
    he 
   
    reached 
   
    it; 
   
    which 
   
    regularity 
   
    is 
   
    observed 
   
    exactly 
   
    half 
   
    an 
   
    hour 
   
    after 
   
    sunset. 
   
    Emin 
   
    set 
   
    his 
   
    horse 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    gentle 
   
    trot, 
   
    and 
   
    came 
   
    near 
   
    another 
   
    monastery 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    right 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    smooth 
   
    plain, 
   
    within 
   
    half 
   
    a 
   
    mile 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    abode; 
   
    and 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    left 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    flock 
   
    of 
   
    sheep, 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    conceive 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    property 
   
    of 
   
    Etmiatzin. 
   
    The 
   
    shepherds 
   
    took 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    Turk; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    Mahometans. 
   
    They 
   
    set 
   
    a 
   
    dozen 
   
    large 
   
    furious 
   
    dogs 
   
    before 
   
    and 
   
    behind 
   
    to 
   
    annoy 
   
    him 
   
    from 
   
    going 
   
    on; 
   
    and 
   
    attacked 
   
    him 
   
    so 
   
    close 
   
    as 
   
    almost 
   
    to 
   
    pull 
   
    him 
   
    down 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    horse. 
   
    He 
   
    bore 
   
    the 
   
    insult 
   
    about 
   
    five 
   
    minutes, 
   
    endeavouring, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    patience, 
   
    to 
   
    avoid 
   
    mischief, 
   
    till 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    beast 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    move 
   
    forward, 
   
    and 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    dogs 
   
    jumped 
   
    up 
   
    and 
   
    fixed 
   
    his 
   
    teeth 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    horses 
   
    upper 
   
    lip. 
   
    This 
   
    provoked 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    to 
   
    shoot 
   
    the 
   
    dog 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    pistol, 
   
    the 
   
    gift 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    friend 
   
    lord 
   
    Bolingbroke; 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    ran 
   
    away 
   
    and 
   
    cleared 
   
    the 
   
    passage; 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    shepherds 
   
    stood 
   
    back 
   
    threatening 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    Turkish, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    committed 
   
    a 
   
    murder 
   
    in 
   
    killing 
   
    a 
   
    valuable 
   
    dog 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Three 
   
    Churches. 
   
    It 
   
    happened 
   
    very 
   
    luckily 
   
    both 
   
    for 
   
    Emin 
   
    and 
   
    for 
   
    those 
   
    saucy 
   
    fellows, 
   
    that 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    of 
   
    firing 
   
    the 
   
    pistol, 
   
    he 
   
    broke 
   
    the 
   
    butt 
   
    in 
   
    two, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    sharp 
   
    iron 
   
    part 
   
    ran 
   
    almost 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    palm 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    right 
   
    hand; 
   
    by 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    disabled, 
   
    that 
   
    it 
   
    intirely 
   
    took 
   
    away 
   
    his 
   
    strength, 
   
    and 
   
    prevented 
   
    him 
   
    fortunately 
   
    from 
   
    cutting 
   
    down 
   
    all 
   
    six 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    heat 
   
    of 
   
    passion; 
   
    he 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    imagining 
   
    the 
   
    stupid 
   
    unchristian 
   
    consequence 
   
    of 
   
    it.
 
   
    He 
   
    had 
   
    hardly 
   
    got 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    court 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    church, 
   
    when 
   
    there 
   
    came 
   
    in 
   
    two 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    fellows 
   
    as 
   
    spies, 
   
    who 
   
    finding 
   
    by 
   
    inquiry 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    murderer 
   
    was 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    in 
   
    menacing 
   
    language, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    suffer 
   
    for 
   
    it. 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    morning, 
   
    which 
   
    being 
   
    Good 
   
    Thursday, 
   
    about 
   
    eleven 
   
    oclock, 
   
    the 
   
    chairman 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    patriarch 
   
    Jacob 
   
    sent 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    ruffians. 
   
    Who 
   
    should 
   
    they 
   
    be 
   
    but 
   
    monks, 
   
    who 
   
    were 
   
    the 
   
    cause 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    mischief. 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    domineering 
   
    haughty 
   
    way, 
   
    "You 
   
    are 
   
    wanted!" 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    went, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    carried 
   
    up 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    top 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    oven, 
   
    under 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    heavenly 
   
    bread 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    monks 
   
    is 
   
    baked, 
   
    a 
   
    place 
   
    half 
   
    as 
   
    big 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    black-hole 
   
    of 
   
    Calcutta: 
   
    the 
   
    height 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    ceiling 
   
    is 
   
    about 
   
    six 
   
    feet 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    half, 
   
    as 
   
    hot 
   
    as 
   
    can 
   
    be 
   
    imagined. 
   
    If 
   
    the 
   
    purgatory 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Christians 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    as 
   
    hot, 
   
    the 
   
    Lord 
   
    have 
   
    mercy 
   
    upon 
   
    miserable 
   
    sinners! 
   
    That 
   
    place 
   
    is 
   
    built 
   
    on 
   
    purpose 
   
    to 
   
    confine 
   
    transgressors; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    found 
   
    sitting 
   
    in 
   
    it 
   
    a 
   
    monk 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    profuse 
   
    sweat, 
   
    with 
   
    another 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    a 
   
    layman, 
   
    in 
   
    irons. 
   
    The 
   
    gaoler 
   
    took 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    irons 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    foot, 
   
    and 
   
    clapped 
   
    it 
   
    upon 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    Emins, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    left 
   
    foot 
   
    of 
   
    each 
   
    was 
   
    locked 
   
    in; 
   
    and 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    singular 
   
    advantage 
   
    of 
   
    speaking 
   
    to 
   
    one 
   
    another 
   
    without 
   
    any 
   
    bodys 
   
    attempting 
   
    to 
   
    creep 
   
    between 
   
    them. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    natural 
   
    way, 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    inquire 
   
    first 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    monk 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    being 
   
    put 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    comfortable 
   
    mansion? 
   
    He 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    at 
   
    all 
   
    like 
   
    to 
   
    answer 
   
    the 
   
    civil 
   
    question; 
   
    but 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    ready 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    the 
   
    crime 
   
    of 
   
    Emins 
   
    fellow-prisoner; 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "That 
   
    man, 
   
    whose 
   
    foot 
   
    is 
   
    fast 
   
    in 
   
    iron 
   
    with 
   
    yours, 
   
    Sir, 
   
    is 
   
    guilty 
   
    of 
   
    fornication: 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    of 
   
    Teffliz, 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    married 
   
    there; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    hither, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    married 
   
    again, 
   
    his 
   
    wife 
   
    living 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    city: 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    God 
   
    knows 
   
    how 
   
    many 
   
    hundred 
   
    Busbands 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    soles 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    feet; 
   
    for 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    poor 
   
    man, 
   
    and 
   
    has 
   
    no 
   
    money 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    to 
   
    save 
   
    himself 
   
    from 
   
    that 
   
    severe 
   
    punishment. 
   
    As 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    case, 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    tell 
   
    you, 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    committed 
   
    a 
   
    greater 
   
    crime, 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    murder, 
   
    in 
   
    presuming 
   
    to 
   
    kill 
   
    Etmiatzins 
   
    dog: 
   
    you 
   
    must 
   
    pay 
   
    very 
   
    dear 
   
    for 
   
    it, 
   
    otherwise 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    receive 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    chastisement.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    "It 
   
    appears 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    understand 
   
    the 
   
    law, 
   
    but 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    pity 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    been 
   
    cautious 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    preserve 
   
    yourself 
   
    from 
   
    this 
   
    purgatorial 
   
    disgrace; 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    dare 
   
    say 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    committed 
   
    a 
   
    still 
   
    greater 
   
    fault, 
   
    which 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    ashamed 
   
    to 
   
    confess.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    laughed 
   
    heartily, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    come 
   
    out 
   
    and 
   
    interrupt 
   
    their 
   
    droll 
   
    conversation. 
   
    They 
   
    silenced 
   
    the 
   
    monk, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    Emin 
   
    that 
   
    his 
   
    coming 
   
    into 
   
    that 
   
    hot 
   
    hole 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    omen, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    one 
   
    day 
   
    or 
   
    other 
   
    become 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    man; 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    have 
   
    had 
   
    experience 
   
    that 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    monks 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    put 
   
    there 
   
    for 
   
    some 
   
    misdemeanor, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    end, 
   
    became 
   
    either 
   
    a 
   
    bishop 
   
    or 
   
    a 
   
    patriarch. 
   
    Emin 
   
    concurred 
   
    with 
   
    them, 
   
    saying, 
   
    "You 
   
    are 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    right; 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    feel 
   
    the 
   
    effects 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    already:
   
    " 
   
    as 
   
    in 
   
    reality 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    order 
   
    five 
   
    or 
   
    six 
   
    days 
   
    before, 
   
    that 
   
    warm 
   
    room 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    perspire 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    quite 
   
    well. 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    they 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    know 
   
    who 
   
    or 
   
    what 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    pilgrim 
   
    he 
   
    was; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    must 
   
    be 
   
    possessed 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    faith, 
   
    since 
   
    in 
   
    so 
   
    hot 
   
    a 
   
    situation 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    happy, 
   
    and 
   
    could 
   
    express 
   
    content, 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    two 
   
    hard-hearted 
   
    prisoners, 
   
    the 
   
    one 
   
    a 
   
    priest, 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    a 
   
    fornicator, 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    there 
   
    three 
   
    weeks; 
   
    and 
   
    if 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    minds 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    repented, 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    ten 
   
    to 
   
    one 
   
    but 
   
    God 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    put 
   
    mercy 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    heart 
   
    of 
   
    Catholicus 
   
    to 
   
    relieve 
   
    them 
   
    from 
   
    their 
   
    disgraceful 
   
    misery. 
   
    In 
   
    that 
   
    very 
   
    juncture, 
   
    the 
   
    patriarch 
   
    coming 
   
    from 
   
    Iravan, 
   
    sent 
   
    immediately 
   
    and 
   
    took 
   
    Emin 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    prison, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    kept 
   
    but 
   
    two 
   
    hours. 
   
    Had 
   
    not 
   
    his 
   
    holiness 
   
    been 
   
    absent 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    seat, 
   
    Emin 
   
    could 
   
    never 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    gratified 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    curiosity 
   
    of 
   
    seeing 
   
    that 
   
    singular 
   
    place 
   
    of 
   
    purification, 
   
    the 
   
    excessive 
   
    heat 
   
    of 
   
    which 
   
    has 
   
    sublimed 
   
    many 
   
    into 
   
    bishops 
   
    and 
   
    patriarchs.
 
   
    On 
   
    the 
   
    ensuing 
   
    Easter 
   
    Sunday, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    kept 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    Christians 
   
    all 
   
    over 
   
    the 
   
    country 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    solemnity, 
   
    the 
   
    pilgrims, 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    established 
   
    custom, 
   
    make 
   
    presents 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    patriarch 
   
    of 
   
    as 
   
    many 
   
    zechins 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    can 
   
    afford; 
   
    some 
   
    a 
   
    hundred, 
   
    some 
   
    more, 
   
    some 
   
    less, 
   
    agreeably 
   
    to 
   
    every 
   
    ones 
   
    circumstances, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    sheep 
   
    for 
   
    an 
   
    introduction 
   
    to 
   
    kiss 
   
    his 
   
    hand 
   
    and 
   
    obtain 
   
    his 
   
    benediction. 
   
    Emin 
   
    followed 
   
    the 
   
    example, 
   
    bought 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    large 
   
    sheep 
   
    for 
   
    three 
   
    rupees, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    Turkish 
   
    zechin 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    hand, 
   
    entered 
   
    the 
   
    room 
   
    to 
   
    present 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    knees 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    kiss 
   
    the 
   
    patriarchs 
   
    hand. 
   
    His 
   
    holiness 
   
    laid 
   
    both 
   
    his 
   
    hands 
   
    upon 
   
    his 
   
    head, 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    say 
   
    some 
   
    prayers, 
   
    and 
   
    blessed 
   
    him, 
   
    which 
   
    continued 
   
    almost 
   
    half 
   
    an 
   
    hour. 
   
    This 
   
    extraordinary 
   
    ceremony 
   
    had 
   
    never 
   
    been 
   
    seen 
   
    before; 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    jealousy 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    surrounding 
   
    bishops, 
   
    monks, 
   
    and 
   
    deacons, 
   
    made 
   
    them 
   
    burst 
   
    out 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    declaration 
   
    in 
   
    these 
   
    very 
   
    words: 
   
    "May 
   
    it 
   
    please 
   
    you, 
   
    holy 
   
    father, 
   
    this 
   
    man 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    deserve 
   
    so 
   
    long 
   
    a 
   
    benediction, 
   
    which 
   
    your 
   
    holiness 
   
    is 
   
    bestowing 
   
    on 
   
    him: 
   
    the 
   
    presents 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    made 
   
    are 
   
    but 
   
    trifling 
   
    and 
   
    insignificant; 
   
    put 
   
    that 
   
    aside, 
   
    his 
   
    daring 
   
    presumption 
   
    in 
   
    killing 
   
    the 
   
    faithful 
   
    dog 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    Etzmiatzin 
   
    is 
   
    no 
   
    less 
   
    than 
   
    murder.
   
    " 
   
    His 
   
    holiness 
   
    said, 
   
    "Yes, 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    that; 
   
    but 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    very 
   
    well 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    not 
   
    killed 
   
    half 
   
    a 
   
    dozen 
   
    of 
   
    you; 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    extremely 
   
    sorry 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    want 
   
    of 
   
    understanding, 
   
    and 
   
    more 
   
    so 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    chairman 
   
    Petrus 
   
    Vardapied 
   
    (or 
   
    the 
   
    monk,
   
    ) 
   
    who 
   
    prefers 
   
    a 
   
    beast 
   
    of 
   
    prey 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    lamb, 
   
    and 
   
    committed 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    purnatoon 
   
    (or 
   
    the 
   
    oven 
   
    room). 
   
    I 
   
    must 
   
    tell 
   
    you, 
   
    this 
   
    man 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    come 
   
    here 
   
    for 
   
    pilgrimage; 
   
    as 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    see 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    countenance 
   
    that 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    for 
   
    something 
   
    greater: 
   
    what 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    we 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    know; 
   
    but 
   
    be 
   
    assured, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    only 
   
    faithful 
   
    son 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    church 
   
    of 
   
    Christ; 
   
    he 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    look 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    merchant. 
   
    I 
   
    wish 
   
    to 
   
    God 
   
    we 
   
    had 
   
    many 
   
    like 
   
    him.
   
    "
 
   
    Emin 
   
    kissed 
   
    his 
   
    hand 
   
    a 
   
    second 
   
    time, 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    out 
   
    with 
   
    double 
   
    blessings 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    patriarch. 
   
    But 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    setting 
   
    out 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    North, 
   
    and 
   
    meeting 
   
    the 
   
    famous 
   
    prince 
   
    Heraclius 
   
    of 
   
    Georgia, 
   
    considering 
   
    the 
   
    smallness 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    finances, 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    want 
   
    of 
   
    any 
   
    recommendation 
   
    from 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    in 
   
    power, 
   
    which 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    means 
   
    of 
   
    losing 
   
    his 
   
    character, 
   
    and 
   
    rendering 
   
    him 
   
    contemptible 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    eyes 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    highnesss 
   
    wicked 
   
    subjects, 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    proper 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    money 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    merchant, 
   
    and 
   
    return 
   
    back 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    and 
   
    thence 
   
    to 
   
    England, 
   
    in 
   
    order 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    a 
   
    better 
   
    method, 
   
    which 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    inserted 
   
    hereafter.
 
   
    Three 
   
    days 
   
    before 
   
    his 
   
    leaving 
   
    that 
   
    place, 
   
    he 
   
    committed 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    greatest 
   
    faults, 
   
    in 
   
    composing 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    prince 
   
    Heraclius, 
   
    that 
   
    a 
   
    mad-man 
   
    in 
   
    Bethlem 
   
    could 
   
    have 
   
    imagined, 
   
    and 
   
    which 
   
    hardly 
   
    any 
   
    one 
   
    else 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    world 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    acknowledged, 
   
    thus 
   
    exposing 
   
    his 
   
    weakness 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    public. 
   
    Criminals 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    bar, 
   
    fearing 
   
    a 
   
    conviction, 
   
    and 
   
    hoping 
   
    for 
   
    mercy, 
   
    sometimes 
   
    confess 
   
    their 
   
    guilt; 
   
    but 
   
    Emin, 
   
    from 
   
    a 
   
    sense 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    duty, 
   
    will 
   
    give 
   
    the 
   
    genuine 
   
    narrative 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    insignificant 
   
    life, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    sacred 
   
    regard 
   
    to 
   
    truth 
   
    alone. 
   
    The 
   
    purport 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    letter 
   
    was 
   
    this:
 
   
    To 
   
    his 
   
    High 
   
    Mightiness 
   
    Prince 
   
    Heraclius 
   
    of 
   
    Georgia,
 
   
    whom 
   
    God 
   
    preserve.
 
   
    "May 
   
    it 
   
    please 
   
    your 
   
    Highness 
   
    to 
   
    hear 
   
    the 
   
    petition 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    faithful 
   
    servant. 
   
    Five 
   
    years 
   
    ago 
   
    I 
   
    wrote 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    long 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    Highness 
   
    from 
   
    England; 
   
    the 
   
    palioz 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    English, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Shaw, 
   
    at 
   
    Basra, 
   
    delivered 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchant, 
   
    called 
   
    Metchon 
   
    of 
   
    Teffliz, 
   
    your 
   
    subject, 
   
    who 
   
    has 
   
    safely 
   
    presented 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    hands. 
   
    As 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    received 
   
    the 
   
    favour 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    Highnesss 
   
    answer 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    period 
   
    of 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    years, 
   
    it 
   
    has 
   
    discouraged 
   
    me; 
   
    and 
   
    obliged 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    return 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    country, 
   
    whence 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    coming 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    place, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    danger 
   
    and 
   
    fatigue, 
   
    crossing 
   
    seas 
   
    and 
   
    travelling 
   
    in 
   
    depth 
   
    of 
   
    winter 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    snow 
   
    over 
   
    the 
   
    high 
   
    mountains 
   
    of 
   
    Syria, 
   
    Cardistan 
   
    and 
   
    Armenia. 
   
    Part 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    instruction 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    father 
   
    from 
   
    Bengal 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    bound 
   
    in 
   
    duty 
   
    to 
   
    inform 
   
    your 
   
    Highness 
   
    of: 
   
    He 
   
    says, 
   
    that 
   
    upon 
   
    condition 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    graciously 
   
    pleased 
   
    to 
   
    confer 
   
    on 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    singular 
   
    honour 
   
    of 
   
    thinking 
   
    me 
   
    worthy 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    made, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    order 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    church 
   
    of 
   
    God, 
   
    your 
   
    Highnesss 
   
    son-in-law, 
   
    and 
   
    will 
   
    grant 
   
    a 
   
    certificate, 
   
    signed 
   
    and 
   
    sealed 
   
    by 
   
    your 
   
    Highness, 
   
    and 
   
    attested 
   
    by 
   
    two 
   
    bishops 
   
    or 
   
    priests, 
   
    he 
   
    orders 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    repair 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    court; 
   
    but 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    consent 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    condition, 
   
    he, 
   
    my 
   
    father 
   
    Hovsep, 
   
    has 
   
    charged 
   
    me 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    venture 
   
    entering 
   
    your 
   
    territories. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    shewn 
   
    this 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    Zakaria 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    archbishop 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    capital 
   
    Teffliz, 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    from 
   
    this 
   
    place 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    days, 
   
    and 
   
    has 
   
    promised 
   
    faithfully 
   
    to 
   
    deliver 
   
    it 
   
    into 
   
    your 
   
    Majestys 
   
    glorious 
   
    hands. 
   
    Your 
   
    faithful 
   
    servant 
   
    will 
   
    remain 
   
    in 
   
    anxious 
   
    hopes 
   
    of 
   
    receiving 
   
    an 
   
    answer 
   
    to 
   
    it 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    Arzerum 
   
    and 
   
    Aleppo 
   
    to 
   
    England. 
   
    I 
   
    am, 
   
    &c. 
   
    &c. 
   
    Dated 
   
    at 
   
    Etzmiatzin 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    of 
   
    April 
   
    1760.
   
    "
 
   
    After 
   
    this 
   
    mad 
   
    act, 
   
    he 
   
    set 
   
    out, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    servants, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    route 
   
    by 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    came, 
   
    without 
   
    caring 
   
    to 
   
    join 
   
    a 
   
    caravan, 
   
    though 
   
    travelling 
   
    alone 
   
    was 
   
    dangerous. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Arzerum, 
   
    Carapit 
   
    Aga 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    chief, 
   
    banker 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Grand 
   
    Signiors 
   
    Vizir, 
   
    begged 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    guard 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    as 
   
    far 
   
    as 
   
    Cumercap, 
   
    a 
   
    village 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    bankers 
   
    house 
   
    and 
   
    family 
   
    dwelt, 
   
    situated 
   
    near 
   
    the 
   
    town 
   
    of 
   
    Aga, 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    mountainous 
   
    bank 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Euphrates, 
   
    almost 
   
    perpendicularly 
   
    steep, 
   
    within 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    two 
   
    stages 
   
    from 
   
    Arzerum. 
   
    After 
   
    travelling 
   
    about 
   
    two 
   
    hours 
   
    early 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    morning, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    sun 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    shine 
   
    pleasantly 
   
    over 
   
    those 
   
    beautiful 
   
    hills 
   
    of 
   
    helpless 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    which 
   
    seemed 
   
    bewailing 
   
    the 
   
    loss 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    father, 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    foot 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    eminence 
   
    he 
   
    discovered 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    top, 
   
    a 
   
    body 
   
    of 
   
    fifty-two 
   
    Turkish 
   
    horsemen 
   
    with 
   
    bright 
   
    arms, 
   
    and 
   
    all 
   
    their 
   
    horses 
   
    harnessed 
   
    with 
   
    silver. 
   
    The 
   
    distance 
   
    between 
   
    them 
   
    was 
   
    about 
   
    three 
   
    hundred 
   
    yards: 
   
    both 
   
    parties 
   
    were 
   
    alarmed. 
   
    The 
   
    Turks, 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them, 
   
    dismounted, 
   
    except 
   
    their 
   
    chief, 
   
    just 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    middle 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    road, 
   
    calling 
   
    aloud 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    way. 
   
    They 
   
    were 
   
    but 
   
    six 
   
    horsemen 
   
    in 
   
    all, 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    packhorses 
   
    with 
   
    wine 
   
    and 
   
    provision, 
   
    heavily 
   
    laden 
   
    under 
   
    the 
   
    servants, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    bad 
   
    horse 
   
    belonging 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    banker 
   
    Carapit 
   
    Aga. 
   
    He, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    sight 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turks, 
   
    turned 
   
    back 
   
    frightened, 
   
    and 
   
    saying 
   
    to 
   
    himself, 
   
    "O 
   
    God: 
   
    these 
   
    are 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    robbers 
   
    who 
   
    infested 
   
    the 
   
    road 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    told 
   
    of 
   
    at 
   
    Arzerum.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    indiscreet 
   
    Emin 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    bear 
   
    the 
   
    pusillanimous 
   
    behaviour 
   
    of 
   
    these 
   
    servants 
   
    of 
   
    Mammon; 
   
    he 
   
    presented 
   
    his 
   
    piece, 
   
    already 
   
    cocked, 
   
    threatening 
   
    to 
   
    fire 
   
    at 
   
    him 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    offered 
   
    to 
   
    stir, 
   
    and 
   
    ordered 
   
    his 
   
    two 
   
    armed 
   
    servants 
   
    to 
   
    watch 
   
    the 
   
    mans 
   
    motions, 
   
    lest 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    weak 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
    
     flie 
   
    away. 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    pushed 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    horse 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    hill 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    supposed 
   
    robbers 
   
    stood. 
   
    In 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    time, 
   
    Carapit 
   
    finding 
   
    the 
   
    danger 
   
    of 
   
    running 
   
    away 
   
    was 
   
    double, 
   
    and 
   
    of 
   
    standing 
   
    to 
   
    face 
   
    the 
   
    enemy 
   
    but 
   
    one, 
   
    was 
   
    compelled 
   
    to 
   
    follow 
   
    in 
   
    haste 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    servants. 
   
    When 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    within 
   
    pistol-shot, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    just 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    fire 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    Aga, 
   
    whose 
   
    troops 
   
    pointed 
   
    their 
   
    guns 
   
    at 
   
    him; 
   
    but, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    firing, 
   
    dropped 
   
    them, 
   
    through 
   
    a 
   
    panic, 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    ground. 
   
    Carapit 
   
    cried 
   
    out, 
   
    "Hold 
   
    your 
   
    hand, 
   
    for 
   
    Gods 
   
    sake! 
   
    the 
   
    gentleman 
   
    is 
   
    my 
   
    particular 
   
    acquaintance, 
   
    named 
   
    Aly 
   
    Aga, 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    principal 
   
    men 
   
    of 
   
    Arzerum.
   
    " 
   
    Both 
   
    parties 
   
    then 
   
    mixed 
   
    amicably, 
   
    without 
   
    committing 
   
    any 
   
    further 
   
    hostility. 
   
    The 
   
    Aga 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    frightened, 
   
    and 
   
    looked 
   
    so 
   
    pale, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    answer 
   
    the 
   
    bankers 
   
    compliments, 
   
    though 
   
    repeated 
   
    several 
   
    times. 
   
    His 
   
    men 
   
    asking 
   
    Carapit 
   
    who 
   
    that 
   
    mad 
   
    Christian 
   
    was? 
   
    he 
   
    answerd, 
   
    "He 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    mountaineer 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    brought 
   
    up 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    infancy 
   
    in 
   
    war 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    famous 
   
    English 
   
    nation.
   
    " 
   
    To 
   
    which 
   
    they 
   
    said, 
   
    grumbling, 
   
    "that 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    afraid: 
   
    had 
   
    he 
   
    been 
   
    an 
   
    Othoman 
   
    subject, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    behaved 
   
    in 
   
    so 
   
    bold 
   
    a 
   
    manner.
   
    "
 
   
    Several 
   
    instances 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    kind 
   
    happened 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    with 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    thinks 
   
    it 
   
    not 
   
    worth 
   
    while 
   
    to 
   
    fill 
   
    whole 
   
    pages; 
   
    but 
   
    has 
   
    the 
   
    satisfaction 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    modern 
   
    Turks 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    ancient, 
   
    who 
   
    carried 
   
    every 
   
    thing 
   
    before 
   
    them, 
   
    penetrated 
   
    as 
   
    far 
   
    as 
   
    Europe, 
   
    and 
   
    possessed 
   
    the 
   
    august 
   
    throne 
   
    of 
   
    Constantine, 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    inexpressible 
   
    disgrace 
   
    of 
   
    Christians, 
   
    whose 
   
    horrible 
   
    ecclesiastical 
   
    quarrel 
   
    alone, 
   
    made 
   
    them 
   
    subservient, 
   
    even 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    meanest 
   
    and 
   
    most 
   
    despicable 
   
    Turks; 
   
    whose 
   
    piratical 
   
    diabolical 
   
    law 
   
    never 
   
    would 
   
    suffer 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    execute 
   
    or 
   
    punish 
   
    a 
   
    Mahomedan 
   
    for 
   
    shedding 
   
    Christian 
   
    blood. 
   
    A 
   
    dog 
   
    has 
   
    more 
   
    humanity 
   
    shewn 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    class 
   
    of 
   
    men, 
   
    the 
   
    fathers 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    church; 
   
    who, 
   
    nevertheless, 
   
    are 
   
    their 
   
    chief 
   
    advocates, 
   
    praying 
   
    day 
   
    and 
   
    night 
   
    to 
   
    prolong 
   
    the 
   
    sovereignty 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Mahomedans; 
   
    and 
   
    Emin, 
   
    wounded 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    heart, 
   
    often 
   
    heard 
   
    them 
   
    cursing 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    flocks, 
   
    and 
   
    extolling 
   
    the 
   
    ravenous 
   
    wolves. 
   
    With 
   
    such 
   
    unnatural 
   
    and 
   
    unmerciful 
   
    bosom 
   
    friends, 
   
    how 
   
    is 
   
    it 
   
    possible 
   
    they 
   
    should 
   
    become 
   
    free 
   
    from 
   
    slavery 
   
    unless 
   
    the 
   
    laymen 
   
    shake 
   
    off 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    ambition 
   
    of 
   
    raising 
   
    money 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    deemed 
   
    lords 
   
    over 
   
    the 
   
    poor, 
   
    by 
   
    making 
   
    presents 
   
    to 
   
    believers 
   
    in 
   
    Mahomed. 
   
    If 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    bestow 
   
    a 
   
    quarter 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    money 
   
    upon 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    children, 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    them 
   
    a 
   
    proper 
   
    education, 
   
    and 
   
    enable 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    distinguish 
   
    a 
   
    rational 
   
    being 
   
    from 
   
    a 
   
    brute 
   
    animal, 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    multiply 
   
    the 
   
    number 
   
    of 
   
    good 
   
    plants 
   
    and 
   
    pluck 
   
    up 
   
    the 
   
    weeds, 
   
    they 
   
    will 
   
    become 
   
    a 
   
    free 
   
    nation.
 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    conducted 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    banker 
   
    Carapit 
   
    to 
   
    Aga, 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    one 
   
    days 
   
    journey 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    servants 
   
    to 
   
    Mashker, 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    village 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    confines 
   
    of 
   
    Syria, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    staid 
   
    four 
   
    months. 
   
    The 
   
    men 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    place 
   
    generally 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    Smyrna, 
   
    where 
   
    they 
   
    enter 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    service 
   
    of 
   
    European 
   
    gentlemen. 
   
    Their 
   
    Aga, 
   
    an 
   
    Osmanlu 
   
    Turk, 
   
    inquiring 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    Emins 
   
    making 
   
    so 
   
    long 
   
    a 
   
    stay 
   
    there, 
   
    they 
   
    pacified 
   
    him 
   
    by 
   
    saying, 
   
    there 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    plague 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    city 
   
    of 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    of 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    Franks 
   
    are 
   
    afraid; 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    obliged 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    away 
   
    till 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    over. 
   
    This 
   
    eased 
   
    the 
   
    Turk 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    well-founded 
   
    jealousy; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    told 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    to 
   
    treat 
   
    Emin 
   
    politely, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    seen 
   
    the 
   
    Franks 
   
    in 
   
    Constantinople, 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    occasion, 
   
    go 
   
    and 
   
    live 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    country 
   
    till 
   
    the 
   
    plague 
   
    is 
   
    over, 
   
    where 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    treated 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Musulmen 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    civility. 
   
    Here 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    fail 
   
    to 
   
    instil, 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    ears 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Christians, 
   
    the 
   
    principles 
   
    of 
   
    zeal 
   
    and 
   
    honour. 
   
    Thence 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    week 
   
    after 
   
    to 
   
    Scanderoon, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    embarked 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    Turkey 
   
    ship, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    three 
   
    months 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    half 
   
    arrived 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Channel, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    performed 
   
    quarantine; 
   
    and 
   
    after 
   
    that 
   
    arrived 
   
    in 
   
    London: 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    journey 
   
    from 
   
    England 
   
    to 
   
    Etzmiatzin 
   
    and 
   
    back, 
   
    lasted 
   
    exactly 
   
    thirteen 
   
    months, 
   
    which 
   
    none 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    noble 
   
    friends 
   
    would 
   
    give 
   
    credit 
   
    to, 
   
    except 
   
    his 
   
    princely 
   
    patron 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    duke 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland, 
   
    who 
   
    stood 
   
    by 
   
    him 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    tender 
   
    father, 
   
    having 
   
    seen 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    from 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Patrick 
   
    Russel, 
   
    then 
   
    at 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    (now 
   
    in 
   
    Vizagapatam), 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    merchants 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turkey 
   
    Company, 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    effect: 
   
    "Emin 
   
    came 
   
    hither, 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    depth 
   
    of 
   
    winter, 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    and 
   
    came 
   
    back 
   
    again 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    comet, 
   
    but 
   
    did 
   
    no 
   
    damage 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    world; 
   
    for 
   
    finding 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    equally 
   
    few 
   
    in 
   
    numbers, 
   
    and 
   
    reduced 
   
    thoroughly 
   
    to 
   
    slavery, 
   
    he 
   
    resolved 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    among 
   
    the 
   
    Turkman 
   
    clans, 
   
    wild 
   
    mountaineers, 
   
    about 
   
    Antioch 
   
    and 
   
    Scanderoon, 
   
    and 
   
    harangue 
   
    them 
   
    into 
   
    a 
   
    design 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    possession 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    city 
   
    of 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    proceed 
   
    upon 
   
    farther 
   
    exploits. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    hither, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    two 
   
    servants, 
   
    I 
   
    and 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Hay 
   
    his 
   
    friend, 
   
    with 
   
    immense 
   
    difficulty 
   
    and 
   
    many 
   
    expostulations, 
   
    dissuaded 
   
    him 
   
    from 
   
    that 
   
    daring 
   
    dangerous 
   
    undertaking. 
   
    Who 
   
    without 
   
    money 
   
    could 
   
    effect 
   
    so 
   
    great 
   
    a 
   
    design? 
   
    It 
   
    was 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    christianity 
   
    chiefly 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    bent 
   
    from 
   
    it, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    greatly 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    honour; 
   
    his 
   
    principle 
   
    of 
   
    true 
   
    religion 
   
    being 
   
    predominant 
   
    over 
   
    his 
   
    ambition, 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    listen 
   
    to 
   
    us. 
   
    Otherwise, 
   
    any 
   
    being 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    stead, 
   
    with 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    favourable 
   
    opportunity, 
   
    having 
   
    already 
   
    paved 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    promising 
   
    field 
   
    of 
   
    action, 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    persisted. 
   
    The 
   
    earl 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland 
   
    has 
   
    great 
   
    merit 
   
    in 
   
    finding 
   
    out 
   
    Emin 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    lordships 
   
    surprising 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    patronising 
   
    him 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    really 
   
    worthy 
   
    of 
   
    esteem 
   
    from 
   
    every 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    spirit. 
   
    If 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    not 
   
    hearkened 
   
    to 
   
    us, 
   
    the 
   
    consequence 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    enterprize 
   
    would 
   
    unavoidably 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    fatal 
   
    to 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    Christian 
   
    subjects 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Othman 
   
    empire; 
   
    nor 
   
    could 
   
    the 
   
    Europeans 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    prevented 
   
    from 
   
    sharing 
   
    their 
   
    fate.
   
    "
 
   
    This 
   
    letter 
   
    was 
   
    unknown 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    till 
   
    his 
   
    lordship, 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    days 
   
    after, 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "How 
   
    came 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    people 
   
    about 
   
    you? 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    you 
   
    had 
   
    but 
   
    150
    
     l 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    went 
   
    away.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    answered, 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    know 
   
    how, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    wished 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    possessed 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    same, 
   
    or 
   
    half 
   
    the 
   
    spirit 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turkmans 
   
    and 
   
    Curds; 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    mortification 
   
    of 
   
    returning 
   
    to 
   
    England, 
   
    where 
   
    his 
   
    friends 
   
    hardly 
   
    believe 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    as 
   
    far 
   
    as 
   
    Scanderoon. 
   
    His 
   
    lordship 
   
    said, 
   
    "Do 
   
    not 
   
    mind, 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    Emin; 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    convince 
   
    them 
   
    all 
   
    who 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    your 
   
    friends, 
   
    and 
   
    will 
   
    continue 
   
    their 
   
    friendship 
   
    towards 
   
    you:
   
    " 
   
    then, 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    utmost 
   
    tenderness, 
   
    he 
   
    advised 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    England, 
   
    whether 
   
    he 
   
    chose 
   
    to 
   
    enter 
   
    into 
   
    his 
   
    Majestys 
   
    service, 
   
    or 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    commission 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    East 
   
    India 
   
    Companys 
   
    establishment. 
   
    Emin 
   
    would 
   
    by 
   
    no 
   
    means 
   
    be 
   
    persuaded; 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    his 
   
    Grace 
   
    lie 
   
    would 
   
    go 
   
    over 
   
    to 
   
    Russia, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    consent. 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "The 
   
    difficulty 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    greater: 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Elton, 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    Nadir 
   
    Shahs 
   
    service, 
   
    and 
   
    raised 
   
    a 
   
    jealousy 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Russian 
   
    nation, 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    strongly 
   
    against 
   
    letting 
   
    you 
   
    pass 
   
    through 
   
    their 
   
    territories.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    duke 
   
    asked 
   
    again, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    wanted 
   
    money? 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    accept 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    guineas 
   
    more, 
   
    and 
   
    paid 
   
    also 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    passage. 
   
    Emin 
   
    took 
   
    leave, 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    lodging: 
   
    this 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    April, 
   
    1761.
 
   
    TO 
   
    MRS. 
   
    MONTAGU.
 
   
    (
    
     May 
    
     5 
    
     1761
   
    )
 
   
    To 
   
    the 
   
    Wisdom 
   
    of 
   
    Europe 
   
    Sister 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    King 
   
    of 
   
    Prussia 
   
    excellent 
   
    Mrs 
   
    Montagu.
 
   
    Madam
 
   
    Caesar 
   
    by 
   
    force 
   
    of 
   
    Arms 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    Romans 
   
    acknowledge 
   
    him 
   
    their 
   
    Lord, 
   
    and 
   
    Emperor; 
   
    and 
   
    you 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    excellency 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    Sense, 
   
    Compassion, 
   
    and 
   
    Generosity, 
   
    have 
   
    gained 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    Affection 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Soul. 
   
    And 
   
    have 
   
    made 
   
    such, 
   
    Impression 
   
    upon 
   
    it, 
   
    by 
   
    this 
   
    favour 
   
    of 
   
    yours, 
   
    dated 
   
    the 
   
    21
    
     st 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    last 
   
    Month, 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    may 
    
     realy 
   
    command 
   
    me 
   
    as 
   
    your 
   
    Slave, 
   
    and 
   
    sale 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    perpeual 
   
    Captivity 
   
    afterward.
 
   
    How 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    overjoyed 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    once 
   
    more 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    dear, 
   
    and 
   
    dearest 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    M
    
     rs 
   
    Montagus 
   
    Letter? 
   
    that 
   
    ever 
   
    since 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    hardly 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    contain 
   
    myself 
   
    for 
   
    Joy, 
   
    & 
   
    Happyness. 
   
    I 
   
    thank 
   
    you 
   
    ten 
    
     Thowsands 
   
    times, 
   
    with 
   
    an 
   
    honest 
   
    heart, 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    Tenderness 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    great 
   
    Heart, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    kind 
   
    assistance 
   
    you 
   
    offer, 
   
    which 
   
    there 
   
    is 
   
    no 
    
     Occassion 
   
    for. 
   
    I 
   
    want 
   
    nothing 
   
    at 
   
    present, 
   
    nor 
   
    wish 
   
    for 
   
    anything 
   
    else, 
   
    but 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    your 
   
    real 
   
    person 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    might 
   
    prostrate 
   
    myself 
   
    at 
   
    your 
   
    Feet, 
   
    to 
   
    satisfy 
   
    my 
   
    ever 
   
    longing 
   
    Heart, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    assure 
   
    you 
   
    that 
   
    my 
   
    not 
   
    writing 
   
    to 
   
    you 
   
    before 
   
    now, 
   
    was 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    particular 
   
    Reason 
   
    which 
   
    Doctor 
    
     m
   
    onsey 
   
    has 
   
    perhaps 
   
    already 
   
    acquainted 
   
    you 
   
    with. 
   
    I 
   
    fear 
   
    we 
   
    shall 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    Creek 
   
    of 
   
    Water 
   
    longer 
   
    than 
    
     fourty 
   
    days. 
   
    It 
   
    is 
   
    vexation 
   
    without 
   
    remedy 
   
    to 
   
    think 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    so 
   
    near 
   
    to 
   
    ones 
   
    Friends, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    enjoy 
   
    them; 
   
    - 
   
    Tell 
   
    my 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lytleton 
   
    I 
   
    insist 
   
    upon 
   
    his 
   
    Lordships 
    
     wormer 
   
    Friendship, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    so 
   
    cool 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    hitherto 
   
    has 
   
    been. 
   
    Let 
   
    him 
   
    not 
    
     immitate 
   
    the 
   
    modern 
   
    English, 
   
    let 
   
    him 
   
    learn 
   
    of 
   
    you 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    love 
   
    his 
   
    inchangeable 
   
    friend 
   
    Emin, 
   
    for 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    does 
   
    not, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    him, 
   
    does 
   
    not 
    
     signifie 
   
    I 
   
    deserve 
   
    his 
    
     Notie. 
   
    Since 
   
    I 
   
    left 
   
    Exeter 
   
    two 
   
    years 
   
    ago, 
   
    wrote 
   
    from 
   
    Italy, 
   
    from 
    
     Turky 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    Lordship, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    never 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    as 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    Line 
   
    from 
   
    him. 
   
    - 
   
    Doctor 
    
     m
   
    onsey 
   
    will 
   
    shew 
   
    you 
   
    a 
   
    Letter 
   
    of 
   
    mine 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    certain 
   
    Lord, 
   
    I 
   
    entreat 
   
    your 
   
    excellencies 
    
     oppinion 
   
    thereon. 
   
    I 
   
    hope 
   
    you 
   
    take 
   
    care 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    D
    
     r 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    Health, 
   
    and 
   
    spared 
   
    few 
   
    ounces 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Stock 
   
    of 
   
    affection 
   
    preserved 
   
    for 
   
    me. 
   
    - 
   
    Pray 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    this 
   
    Miss 
   
    Pitts, 
   
    a 
   
    new 
   
    one 
   
    not 
   
    that 
   
    my 
   
    miss 
   
    Pitts, 
   
    but 
   
    another, 
   
    that 
   
    Doctor 
   
    Monsey 
   
    seems 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    writing 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    charmed 
   
    by 
   
    her 
   
    Cleverness, 
   
    and 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    desireons 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    me. 
   
    I 
   
    beg 
   
    she 
   
    will 
   
    put 
   
    a 
   
    cuple 
   
    of 
   
    good 
   
    Stones 
   
    in 
   
    her 
   
    Pocket, 
   
    lest 
   
    she 
   
    shoud 
   
    be 
   
    terrified 
   
    of 
   
    seeing 
   
    a 
   
    black 
   
    Tyger 
   
    as 
   
    Doctor 
   
    calls 
   
    me. 
   
    However 
    
     jocking 
   
    apart 
   
    she 
   
    does 
   
    me 
   
    a 
   
    great 
    
     Honor, 
   
    if 
   
    it 
   
    be 
   
    pleased 
   
    your 
   
    Majesty 
   
    after 
   
    the 
   
    Examination 
   
    of 
   
    her 
   
    Beauty, 
   
    she 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    inlisted 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Book 
   
    of 
   
    Sarraigly. 
   
    As 
   
    for 
   
    her 
   
    Qualifications 
   
    and 
   
    Tallents, 
   
    I 
   
    doubt 
   
    not 
   
    but 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    already 
   
    by 
   
    this 
   
    time 
   
    saved 
   
    me 
   
    that 
   
    trouble. 
   
    And 
   
    further 
   
    to 
   
    consider 
   
    whether 
   
    your 
   
    goodness 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    be 
    
     jalous 
   
    of 
    
     collecting 
    
     so 
    
     many 
    
     precious 
    
     Jewels 
   
    together, 
   
    on 
   
    this 
   
    Point 
   
    I 
   
    leave 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    great 
   
    Wisdom, 
   
    and 
   
    be 
   
    scilence 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    future. 
   
    Pray 
   
    make 
   
    my 
   
    kind 
   
    Love 
   
    to 
   
    Misses 
   
    Talbot, 
   
    and 
   
    learned 
   
    Miss 
   
    Carther, 
   
    I 
    
     reced 
   
    your 
   
    and 
   
    their 
   
    Letters 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    last 
   
    year 
   
    in 
   
    lesser 
   
    Armenia. 
   
    But 
   
    alas 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    told 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    lost 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    Friend 
   
    Lady 
   
    Anson. 
   
    There 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    Shock 
   
    for 
   
    me, 
   
    sufficient 
   
    to 
   
    move 
   
    Mount 
   
    Atlas. 
   
    I 
   
    pray 
   
    God 
   
    to 
   
    preserve 
   
    you 
   
    & 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Friends. 
   
    I 
   
    never 
   
    knew 
   
    what 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    Loss 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    Friend 
   
    before, 
   
    nor 
   
    so 
   
    much 
    
     sensable 
   
    of 
   
    before 
   
    her 
   
    my 
   
    heart 
   
    is 
   
    ready 
   
    to 
   
    brake 
   
    for 
   
    her, 
   
    the 
   
    only 
   
    comfort 
   
    I 
   
    have, 
   
    to 
   
    hope 
   
    that 
   
    she 
   
    is 
   
    in 
   
    y
    
     e 
    
     happyness 
   
    of 
   
    Heaven, 
   
    for 
   
    she 
   
    was 
   
    realy 
   
    an 
   
    admirable 
   
    Lady, 
   
    and 
   
    true 
   
    Friend 
   
    to 
   
    Emin. 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    almost 
    
     in 
    
     Tears 
    
     for 
    
     her 
    
     I 
    
     shall 
    
     say 
    
     no 
    
     more 
    
     about 
    
     it. 
   
    If 
   
    you 
   
    see 
   
    my 
   
    Lady 
   
    Sophia 
   
    remember 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    her, 
   
    my 
   
    Respects 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Lord 
   
    Bishop 
   
    of 
   
    Bangor, 
   
    and 
   
    my 
   
    Love 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    serophim 
   
    Children, 
   
    adieu, 
   
    and 
   
    believe
 
   
    my 
   
    dearest 
   
    madam
 
  
   
    
     
      
       
         
          Your 
         
          ever 
         
          Affectionate 
         
          and 
         
          obed
          
           t
       
        
         
          
            
             gratefull 
            
             humble 
            
             Servant 
            
             Emin.
         
        
       
      
     
    
   
  
 
 
   
    5
    
     th 
    
     m
   
    ay 
   
    1761 
   
    in 
   
    Handgate 
   
    Creek
 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Ship 
   
    Northumberland.
 
   
    (Pray 
   
    how 
   
    is 
   
    my 
   
    brave 
   
    Friend 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Montagu 
   
    do? 
   
    I 
   
    wish 
   
    him 
   
    well 
   
    I 
   
    hope 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    the 
   
    Pleasure 
   
    of 
   
    seeing 
   
    him 
   
    again 
   
    my 
   
    compliments 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    also 
   
    to 
   
    Mess
    
     rs 
   
    Ettingfleet 
   
    and 
   
    Price.
   
    )
 
   
    (
    
     On 
    
     the 
    
     back 
    
     of 
    
     the 
    
     letter
   
    )
 
  
   
    
      
       To
   
   
     
      Mrs. 
     
      Montagu.
  
 
 
   
    Hill 
   
    Street 
   
    Berkly
 
   
    Square 
   
    lendon.