And the world's master lay subdu'd by love_.

Not many leagues sail from hence, I saw the point of land where poor
old Hecuba was buried, and about a league from that place is Cape
Janizary, the famous promontory of Sigaeum, where we anchored. My
curiosity supplied me with strength to climb to the top of it, to see
the place where Achilles was buried, and where Alexander ran naked
round his tomb, in honour of him, which, no doubt, was a great
comfort to his ghost. I saw there the ruins of a very large city,
and found a stone, on which Mr W----y plainly distinguished the words
of _Sigaen Polin_. We ordered this on board the ship; but were
shewed others much more curious by a Greek priest, tho' a very
ignorant fellow, that could give no tolerable account of any thing.
On each side the door of this little church ly two large stones,
about ten feet long each, five in breadth, and three in thickness.
That on the right is a very fine white marble, the side of it
beautifully carved in bas-relief; it represents a woman, who seems to
be designed for some deity, sitting on a chair with a footstool, and
before her another woman, weeping, and presenting to her a young
child that she has in her arms, followed by a procession of women
with children in the same manner. This is certainly part of a very
ancient tomb; but I dare not pretend to give the true explanation of
it. On the stone, on the left side, is a very fair inscription; but
the Greek is too ancient for Mr W----y's interpretation. I am very
sorry not to have the original in my possession, which might have
been purchased of the poor inhabitants for a small sum of money. But
our captain assured us, that without having machines made on purpose,
'twas impossible to bear it to the sea-side; and, when it was there,
his long-boat would not be large enough to hold it.

THE ruins of this great city are now inhabited by poor Greek
peasants, who wear the Sciote habit, the women being in short
petticoats, fastened by straps round their shoulders, and large smock
sleeves of white linen, with neat shoes and stockings, and on their
heads a large piece of muslin, which falls in large folds on their
shoulders.--One of my countrymen, Mr Sands, (whose book I doubt not
you have read, as one of the best of its kind) speaking of these
ruins, supposes them to have been the foundation of a city begun by
Constantine, before his building Byzantium; but I see no good reason
for that imagi