_You_ know as well as anybody upon _whom_ I have or have not written; and _you_ also know whether they do or did not deserve that same.

And so much for such matters.

You will perhaps be anxious to hear some news from this part of Greece (which is the most liable to invasion); but you will hear enough through public and private channels.

I will, however, give you the events of a week, mingling my own private peculiar with the public; for we are here jumbled a little together at present.
On Sunday (the 15th, I believe) I had a strong and sudden convulsive attack, which left me speechless, though not motionless-for some strong men could not hold me; but whether it was epilepsy, catalepsy, cachexy, or apoplexy, or what other _exy_ or _epsy_ the doctors have not decided; or whether it was spasmodic or nervous, etc.; but it was very unpleasant, and nearly carried me off, and all that.

On Monday, they put leeches to my temples, no difficult matter, but the blood could not be stopped till eleven at night (they had gone too near the temporal artery for my temporal safety), and neither styptic nor caustic would cauterise the orifice till after a hundred attempts.
On Tuesday a Turkish brig of war ran on shore.