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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.34827#0233
1827-29.
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now be out, I am half tempted, to go on to the Morea. My
fellow-travellers have already resolved to do so, but J have
doubts of the wisdom of allowing so long a period to elapse
before attempting Athens as would be required to enable me
to visit the Morea and the Islands before forfeiting my
quarantine. We were near the island of Falkudi (ancient
Phaenoa) when we were stopped by the Greek cruiser. That
was about 1 P.M., and we are now at 3.30 running past the
south of Egina on our way to Poros. I am getting so used to
Egina and other barbarisms that I shall never recover the little
knowledge of quantity which my early Scotch education had
allowed me to acquire. I have just seen through a spy-glass,
but very distinctly, the Temple of Jupiter Panhellenius, on a
mountain in Egina.
' As we approached the mouth of the harbour of Poros we
met and passed a Greek corvette and a Russian transport
under sail.
' 4.—When I went to sleep we were tacking to
enter the narrow inlet between Poros and the mainland ; when I
rose at four we had passed it and were at anchor in the harbour.
This is a beautiful and sheltered harbour, about four miles long
and not half as broad, surrounded by woody hills (or rather
mountains) on the Peloponnesian side. The upper or east end is
closed by a low hill, which looks like a separate island, but is
a peninsula from Poros. There is a narrow channel between
it and the Morea. On the peninsula stands the town, a small
one of white houses, with tiled roofs stuck up against the
rocky sides of the hill, and in very open order. Near the town
on the Morea side are gardens on the little plain under the
hills, and there is cultivation all along that side, but none on
that of Poros. Over the west end of the harbour is seen tbe
high, bold, bare grey mountain which I yesterday thought at a
distance was covered with snow, and to north-west is the lower
mountain of Methanse, on a peninsula to the west of Poros.
The whole harbour, especially looking west, is beautiful. There
were three Russian men-of-war, one of two decks, far out, and
two French near the town, besides a steamboat and many
^72 y^Z/^TZ^/.
21 y
now be out, I am half tempted, to go on to the Morea. My
fellow-travellers have already resolved to do so, but J have
doubts of the wisdom of allowing so long a period to elapse
before attempting Athens as would be required to enable me
to visit the Morea and the Islands before forfeiting my
quarantine. We were near the island of Falkudi (ancient
Phaenoa) when we were stopped by the Greek cruiser. That
was about 1 P.M., and we are now at 3.30 running past the
south of Egina on our way to Poros. I am getting so used to
Egina and other barbarisms that I shall never recover the little
knowledge of quantity which my early Scotch education had
allowed me to acquire. I have just seen through a spy-glass,
but very distinctly, the Temple of Jupiter Panhellenius, on a
mountain in Egina.
' As we approached the mouth of the harbour of Poros we
met and passed a Greek corvette and a Russian transport
under sail.
' 4.—When I went to sleep we were tacking to
enter the narrow inlet between Poros and the mainland ; when I
rose at four we had passed it and were at anchor in the harbour.
This is a beautiful and sheltered harbour, about four miles long
and not half as broad, surrounded by woody hills (or rather
mountains) on the Peloponnesian side. The upper or east end is
closed by a low hill, which looks like a separate island, but is
a peninsula from Poros. There is a narrow channel between
it and the Morea. On the peninsula stands the town, a small
one of white houses, with tiled roofs stuck up against the
rocky sides of the hill, and in very open order. Near the town
on the Morea side are gardens on the little plain under the
hills, and there is cultivation all along that side, but none on
that of Poros. Over the west end of the harbour is seen tbe
high, bold, bare grey mountain which I yesterday thought at a
distance was covered with snow, and to north-west is the lower
mountain of Methanse, on a peninsula to the west of Poros.
The whole harbour, especially looking west, is beautiful. There
were three Russian men-of-war, one of two decks, far out, and
two French near the town, besides a steamboat and many