ABSTRACT
It is impossible to depict the agony of mind to which the wife and daughter of Colocotroni were reduced on this dreadful occasion. The wife felt for her husband the most tender and undivided attachment. Being many years his junior, she regarded him as her father, her protector, the only person who could conduct her in safety and honour through the perilous paths of life: at the same time that, in the intimacy and reciprocity of the connubial state, / she felt for him that ardent spirit of affection, which appeared to her to exceed all she could have known towards the author of her existence. There was yet another link that bound him to her heart-strings. Irene, the fruit of her womb, for whose safety she felt inexpressible misgivings, must be deserted, must, as she believed, inevitably be lost, in the present wild state of the newly conquered Morea, without a father’s protection.
