cely had he started before his wives complained to Ali that
Euphrosyne usurped their rights and caused their husband to neglect them.
Ali, who complained greatly of his sons' extravagance, and regretted the
money they squandered, at once struck a blow which was both to enrich
himself and increase the terror of his name.

One night he appeared by torchlight, accompanied by his guards, at
Euphrosyne's house. Knowing his cruelty and avarice, she sought to
disarm one by gratifying the other: she collected her money and jewels
and laid them at Ali's feet with a look of supplication.

"These things are only my own property, which you restore," said he,
taking possession of the rich offering. "Can you give back the heart of
Mouktar, which you have stolen?"

Euphrosyne besought him by his paternal feelings, for the sake of his son
whose love had been her misfortune and was now her only crime, to spare a
mother whose conduct had been otherwise irreproachable. But her tears
and pleadings produced no effect on Ali, who ordered her to be taken,
loaded with fetters and covered with a piece of sackcloth, to the prison
of the seraglio.

If it were certain that there was no hope for the unhappy Euphrosyne, one
trusted that she might at least be the only victim. But Ali, professing
to follow the advice of some severe reformers who wished to restore
decent morality, arrested at the same time fifteen ladies belonging to
the best Christian families in Janina. A Wallachian, named Nicholas
Janco, took the opportunity to denounce his own wife, who was on the
point of becoming a mother, as guilty of adultery, and handed her also
over to the pacha. These unfortunate women were brought before Ali to
undergo a trial of which a sentence of death was the foregone conclusion.
They were then confined in a dungeon, where they spent two days of
misery. The third night, the executioners appeared to conduct them to
the lake where they were to perish. Euphrosyne, too exhausted to endure
to the end, expired by the way, and when she was flung with the rest into
the dark waters, her soul had already escaped from its earthly tenement.
Her body was found the next day, and was buried in the cemetery of the
monastery of Saints-Anargyres, where her tomb, covered with white iris
and sheltered by a wild olive tree, is yet shown.

Mouktar was returning from his expedition when a courier from his brother
Veli brought him a letter informing him of these ev