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PREFACE.
topography. It is easy to conceive, that the author
of <c Karamania1"' must have regretted that so excellent
an opportunity of learning something about the anti-
quities of the more northern parts of Asia Minor,
should be lost. The Admiralty order, however, in
my case, led to no results worth speaking of. On
joining Captain Copeland, in the Beacon, at Mytilene,
after my visit to Constantinople, I found that he was
on the point of sailing for Malta, to winter there:
and the season was too far advanced for me to have
any prospect of being able to travel much in Asia
Minor, if I remained. Still I was reluctant to go
to Malta unless I could ensure my return to Greece
or Turkey very early in the spring.
It had been my good fortune, some months before,
to become acquainted with Vice-Admiral Sir Pulteney
Malcolm, whose long-continued presence in the neigh-
bourhood of Greece and its Islands, as Commander-in-
chief of the British Naval Forces in the Mediterranean,
has communicated to him a degree of zeal for anti-
quarian pursuits, even something like that for which
he is so highly distinguished within the sphere of his
own profession.
On sailing in the Beacon, from Mytilene to Vurla,
I found the British Squadron at anchor there, under
Sir Pulteney's command. My hesitation to accede to
PREFACE.
topography. It is easy to conceive, that the author
of <c Karamania1"' must have regretted that so excellent
an opportunity of learning something about the anti-
quities of the more northern parts of Asia Minor,
should be lost. The Admiralty order, however, in
my case, led to no results worth speaking of. On
joining Captain Copeland, in the Beacon, at Mytilene,
after my visit to Constantinople, I found that he was
on the point of sailing for Malta, to winter there:
and the season was too far advanced for me to have
any prospect of being able to travel much in Asia
Minor, if I remained. Still I was reluctant to go
to Malta unless I could ensure my return to Greece
or Turkey very early in the spring.
It had been my good fortune, some months before,
to become acquainted with Vice-Admiral Sir Pulteney
Malcolm, whose long-continued presence in the neigh-
bourhood of Greece and its Islands, as Commander-in-
chief of the British Naval Forces in the Mediterranean,
has communicated to him a degree of zeal for anti-
quarian pursuits, even something like that for which
he is so highly distinguished within the sphere of his
own profession.
On sailing in the Beacon, from Mytilene to Vurla,
I found the British Squadron at anchor there, under
Sir Pulteney's command. My hesitation to accede to