APPENDIX.

ROMAIC EXTRACTS.

Ῥωσσος, Αγκλος, καὶ Γάλλος κάμνοντες τὴν περιήγησιν τῆς Ἑλλάδος, καὶ βλέποντες τὴν ἀθλίαν τὴν κατάςασιν, εἰρώτη σαν καταρχὰς ἕνα Γραικὸν φιλέλληνα διὰ νὰ μάθεν τὴν αἰτίαν, μετ' αὐτὸν ἕνα μητροπολίτην εἶτα ἕνα βλάχμπειν, ἔπειτα ἕνα πραγματευτὴν καὶ ἕνα προεςώτα.

Εἰπέ μας ὦ φιλέλληνα πῶς φέρεις τὴν σκλαβίαν
καὶ τὴν ἀπαρίγορητον τὴν Τούρκων τυραννίαν
πώς ταῖς ξυλαῖς καὶ ὑβρισμὸς καὶ σηδηροδεσμίαν
παίδων, παρθένων, γυναικων ἀνήκουσον φθορεῖαν
Δὲν εἶσθαι ἐσεῖς απόγονοι ἐκείνων τῶν Ελλήνων
τῶν ἐλευθέρων καὶ σοφῶν καὶ τῶν φιλοπατρίδων
καὶ πῶς ἐκεῖνοι απέθνησκον γιὰ τὴν ἐλευθερίαν
καὶ τώρα ἐσεῖς ὑπούκεισθαι εἰς τέτοιαν τυραννίαν
καὶ ποῖον γένος ὡς ἐσεῖς ἐστάθη φωτισμένον
εἰς τὴν σοφίαν, δύναμην, εἴς κ' ὅλα ζακουσμένον
πῶς νῦν ἐκαταστήσατε τὴν φωτινην Ελλάδα
βαζα ! ὡς ἕνα σκέλεθρον, ὡς σκοτεινὴν λαμπάδαν
Ὁμίλει φίλτατε Γραικέ εἰπέ μας τὴν αἰτίαν
μὴ κρύπτης τίποτης ἡμῶν, λύε τὴν ἀπορίαν.

Ὁ ΦΙΛΕΛΛΗΝΟΣ.

Ῥωσσ-αγκλο-γαλλοι, Ἑλλάς, καὶ ὄχι ἄλλοι,

ἦτον, ὡς λέτε, τόσον μεγάλη,
νῦν δὲ ἄθλία, καὶ ἀναξία
ἀφ' φὲ ἄρχίσεν ἡ ἀμαθία.
οστ' ημπορέσαν νὰ τὴν ξυπνήση
τοῦτ ̓ εἰς τὸ χεῖρον τὴν ὁδηγεσι.
αὐτὴ σενάζει τὰ τέκνα κράζει,
σό να προκόπτουν ὅλα προςάζει
καὶ τότε ἐλπίζει ὅτι κερδίζει.
εὑρεῖν, ὁποῦ ̓χει νῦν τὴν φλογίζει
2. Μα όσις τολμήση να την ξυπνήση
πάγει σὸν ἅδην χωρίς τινα κρίσιν.

The above is the commencement of a long dramatic satire on the Greek priesthood, princes, and gentry; it is contemptible as a composition, but perhaps curious as a specimen of their rhyme; I have the whole in MS. but this extract will be found sufficient. The Romaic in this composition is so easy as to render a version an insult to a scholar; but those who do not understand the original will excuse the following bad translation of what is in itself indifferent.

TRANSLATION.

A Russian, Englishman, and Frenchman making the tour of Greece, and observing the miserable state of the country, interrogate, in turn, a Greek Patriot, to learn the cause; afterwards an Archbishop, then a Vlackbey*, a Merchant, and Cogia Bachi or Primate.

Thou friend of thy country! to strangers record
Why bear ye the yoke of the Ottoman Lord?
Why bear ye these fetters thus tamely display'd,
The wrongs of the matron, the stripling, and maid?
The descendants of Hellas's race are not ye!
The patriot sons of the sage and the free,

Thus sprung from the blood of the noble and brave,
To vilely exist as the Mussulman slave!

Not such were the fathers your annals can boast,
Who conquer'd and died for the freedom you lost!
Not such was your land in her earlier hour,
The day-star of nations in wisdom and power!
And still will you thus unresisting increase,
Oh shameful dishonour! the darkness of Greece?
Then tell us, beloved Achæan! reveal

The cause of the woes which you cannot conceal.

*Vlackbey, Prince of Wallachia.

The reply of the Philellenist I have not translated, as it is no better than the question of the travelling triumvirate; and the above will sufficiently show with what kind of composition the Greeks are now satisfied. I trust I have not much injured the original in the few lines given as faithfully, and as near the "Oh, Miss Bailey! unfortunate Miss Bailey!" measure of the Romaic, as I could make them. Almost all their pieces, above a song, which aspire to the name of poetry, contain exactly the quantity of feet of

"A captain bold of Halifax who liv'd in country quarters,"

which is in fact the present heroic couplet of the Romaic.

SCENE FROM 'O KAÞENEZ.

TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN OF GOLDONI BY
SPERIDION VLANTI.

ΣΚΗΝΗ ΚΓ ́.

ΠΛΑΤΖΙΔΑ εἴς τὴν πόρταν τε χανιᾶ, καὶ οἱ ἄνωθεν.

ΠΛΑ. Ω Θεέ! ἀπὸ τὸ παραθύρι μὲ ἐφάνη νὰ ἀκέσω τὴν φωνὴν τε ανδρός με ἂν αὐτὸς εἶναι ἐδῶ, ἔφθασα σὲ καιρὸν νὰ τὸν