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The Locrian chief salutes the figur'd god : The overthrow of Asia, and restores
* Still dost thou stand, Palæmon, to proclaim Dejected Locris.” So to Israel's sons,
Oilean hospitality of old,

Their little ones and wives, by deathful thirst
Which cary'd thee here conspicuous, to befriend Amid the parching wilderness oppress'd,
The sailor night-perplex'd? Thou only sign Their legislator, with bis lifted rod,
Left of Oilean greatness ! wrapp'd in woe

Consoling spake, who, Heav'n entrusted, knew
Is that distinguish'd house! barbarians fill One stroke would open watry veins of rock,
Her inmost chambers ! O propitious god!

And preservation from a flinty bed If yet some remnant of the Locrian state

Draw copious down. “ Leonteus, lead the way,” Thou dost protect on Atalanté's shore,

Resuin'd his brother: “ vers'd in arms, my youth, Before I leave her shall thy image smoke

My prime, are strangers to the nuptial tie ; With fattest victims !” Timon quick subjoins:

Yet, in thy bliss delighting, I would greet " I see no hostile traces; numerous hinds

A sister, auth'ress of this blooming troop.” Along the meadows tend their flocks and herds; With all the clust'ring children at his side let us, descending, and the crested helm,

He pass'd the threshold, and their mother hail'd. The spear, and shield, committing to our train,

Now o'er their heads the equinoctial gusts la peaceful guise salute a peaceful laud,"

Begin to chase the clouds; by tempests torn, They hear, approving; lightly back they speed; The hoarse Euripus sends a distant sound. Disarm’d, they follow an inviting path,

Twelve days are spent in sweet domestic joy; Which cuts a shelving green.

In sportive laugh, Serenity returns. The master warns ; Before the threshold of a dwelling nigh,

Departing Medon reascends the bark, Appear young children ; quickning then his pace,

Whose rudder stems the celebrated frith, “ Haliartus,” Medon cries, “ I see

Where twice sev'n times the Sun and stars behold My brother's offspring !” They their uncle knew, Reciprocating floods. Three days are pass'd Around him flock'd, announcing his approach

When Sunium, Attic promontory, shades In screams of joy: their sire, Leonteus, came. The resting sail; Belbina thence they seek As Leda's mortal son in Pluto's vale

By morn's new glance, and reach at dewy eve. Receir'd his brother Pollux, who, from Jove

Athenian too Belbina yields a port Deriv'd, immortal, left the realms of day,

To night-o'ertaken sailors in their course
And half his own divinity resign'd,

Between Cecropia and Træzene's walls.
His dear-lov'd Castor to redeem from death; A squadron there is moor’d; Cleander there,
So rush'd Leonteus into Medon's arms,

Now ev'ry public duty well discharg'd
Thus utt'ring loud his transport: “Dost thou come Dismiss'd him glorious to his native roof,
To me and these a saviour When that cloud Was disembark’d. Contemplating in thought
Of dire invasion overcast our land,

His Ariphilia, for the day's return
For ser'n defenceless infants what remain'd ? He languish'd; ev'ry Nereid he invok'd
What for a tender mother? Instant flight

To speed his keel. Him Medon, landing, greets, Prestry'd us; still we unmolested breathe

To whom Cleander: “On Caluria first In Atalanté; others like ourselves

We interchang'd embraces; now accept Resorted hither; barren winter soon

A salutation doubly warm, O chief! Will blast the scanty produce of this isle,

By Aristides priz'd, his second bold Pale famine waste our numbers; or, by want

In high exploits, which signalize an isle Compell’d, this precious remnant of thy friends,

Obscure before, Psyttalia; be my guest These rising pillars of th’ Oilean house

This night at least." He said ; they pass'd aboard Must yield to Xerxes—but the gods have sent

With Haliartus and the Delphian seer.
In thee a guardian.' -“ Summon all our friends,” | A gen'rous meal concluded. Medon spake:
Elated Medon answers ; “ ev'ry want

« Træzenian chief, now give the mind repast; Shall be supply'd, their valour in return

I have been absent long; when first the flight Is all I claim.” Meantime, like watchful bees

Of Asia's host and shatter'd fleet was known, To guard th' invaded hive, from ev'ry part

From Salamis I hoisted sail. To hear The islanders assemble; but the name

Of Aristides and the laurell'd son Of Medon, once divulg'd, suppresses fear,

Of Neocles, to hear of all the brave, And wond'ring gladness to his presence brings

Whose high achievements consecrate that day, Their numbers. He, rememb'ring such a scene

From thy narration would delight my soul.” Late in Calauria, where afflicted throngs

Cleander then began:

« To council call'd Around his righteous friend of Athens press'd; By Eurybiades, the leading Greeks Now in that tender circumstance himself

Awhile debated, if their feet combin'd Among his Locrians, conscious too of means

Should sail to break the Hellespontinę bridge? To mitigate their suffʻrings, melts in tears This he oppos'd; I readily had join'd" Of joy. “ O countrymen belov'd!” he cries,

Th’ Athenian people, eager by themselves “ I now applaud my forecast, which secur'á Without auxiliar Grecians, to pursue The whole Oilean treasures; safe they lie

The arrogant invader; but the tribes, At Lacedæmon, whence expect relief

In form assembled, with dissuasive words In full abundance on your wants to flow.

Themistocles thus cool'd. I oft have seen, Amid bis country's ruins Medon still

Have oftner heard, that vanquish'd men, constrain'd May bless the gods; by your auspicious aid, By desperation, have their loss repair'd Beyond my hopes discover'd, I may bring

To fight renew'd. Repelling such a cloud No feeble standard to the Grecian camp,

Of enemies from Greece, contented rest; When Athens, now triumphant o'er the waves,

The pow'r of gods and heroes, not our own, With her deep phalanx in the field completes

Achiey'd the deed; pursue not those who fly. VOL. XVII.


Resort to Athens; in their old abodes

“ I am unworthy of that praise," in smiles Replace your women, such obsequious wives, Subjoins the Locrian; “but thou know'st, my Such daughters; reinstate your native walls,

friend, Rebuild your ruin'd mansions; sow your fields, I have a brother, of a copious stream Prevent a dearth; by early spring unfurl

The source, he, call’d to battle, shall maintain Your active sails, then shake the eastern shores.' Oïlean fame. Cleander, I am bound He last propos'd, that exiles be recall'd.

To Lacedæmon; treasure there I left, “ Loud acclamations rose; the honour'd name Which, well exchang'd for Nature's foodful gifts, Of Aristides thunder'd on the beach."

I would transport to Atalantė's shore, " () wise Athenians!” Medon cordial here: Seat of that brother, who, Leonteus nam'd, () happy man, whose happiness is placd With brave companions there in refuge lies, In virtuous actions ! happiest now a scope A future aid to Greece.” A list’ning ear Is giv'n unbounded to thy hand and heart! Cleander yields, while Medon's lips unwind Proceed Cleander.” He his tale renews:

The varied series of events befalln “ Th’ Athenians lanch their gallies, all embark Himself and Timon, Amarantha fair, With Aristides, chosen to that charge.

The Carian queen, and Melibæus chang'd I set my ready canvass to perform

To Haliartus. “ By th’immortal gods The last kind office, from Calauria's isle

We will not sep'rate,” fervent cries the youth, And Trezen's walls to waft their wives and race, “ My Ariphilia, who is wise and good, Left in our trust. Meantime the diff'rent chiefs Will entertain society like yours, Meet on the isthmus, summon'd to decide

As Æthiopia, in Mæonian song, Who best had serv'd the public, who might claim Receives to pure and hospitable roofs The highest honours. Every leader names Her visitants from Heav'n. Let youth advise, Himself the first, but all concurrent own

Not inexperienc'd, but o'er land and sea Themistocles the second. Envy still

To early action traiud; retaining all Prevails; without decision they disperse,

Your narrative heart-piercing, I perceive Each to his home. Themistocles, incens'd, Your wants, and feel impatience to befriend; In eager quest of honours justly due,

My lightest keel to Salamis shall bear Withheld unjustly, not to Athens bends

Thy orders, Timon, for the Delphian barks, His hast’ning step, but Sparta.”—Medon here: There left behind you, in Trozene's port “ Not so would Aristides—but forgive

To join you straight.” His counsel they accept. My interrupting voice." The youth pursues : The Moon is rising, Salamis not far;

“ In Athens him I join'd, a people found, The will of Timon to his Delphian train Whom Fortune never by her frown depress'd, Is swiftly borne. The squadron next proceeds, Nor satisfied with favoar. Active all,

Passing Troezene by, whose gen'rous chief Laborious, cheerful, they ,:ersist in toil,

Accompanies to shore his Locrian guest To heave the hills of ruin from their streets, At Cynosura. “ Spartan is this port,". Withont repining at their present loss,

He said; “ with fifty followers speed thy way; Intent on future greatness, to be rais'd

Commit no treasure to the faithless winds; On persevering fortitude: the word

By land return to find thy ready barks, [sails Of Aristides guides. Amidst a scene

Well-fill'd from Træzen's stores." They part; be Of desolation, decency provides

To joyful welcome on his native shores. The fun'ral pomp for those illustrious slain

When now, unveiling slowly, as she rolls, At Salamis; th' insculptur'd tomb I saw

Her brother's light the Moon reflected full, Preparing; they already have ordaiu'd

Auspicious period for connubial rites, A distaut day to solemnize the rites;

From Lacedæmon hast'ning, Medon gains The mouth of Aristides they decree

Trozene's ramparts; him Cleander chose To celebrate the valiant, who have died

His paranymph to lead the bridal steps For Athens. While Themistocles accepts

Of Ariphilia. To Calauria's verge A foreign praise in Sparta, olive crowns,

He pass'd; beneath a nuptial chaplet gay
A car selected from the public store,

He wore his crisped hair; of purest white
A guard, three hundred citizens high-rank'd, A tunic wrapp'd his sinewy chest and loins;
Him through their tracts are chosen to attend, A glowing mantle, new in Tyrian dye,
Excess of rev'rence, by that rigid state

Fell down his shoulders. Up the shelving lawu
Ne'er shown before. To sinall Træezene's walls The high Neptunian structure he attains,
To morrow I return with less renown,

Where with her parents Ariphilia waits With less desert, perhaps to purer bliss.

Attir'd in roses like her hue, herself
My Ariphilia calls her soldier home

As Flora fair, or Venus at her birth,
To give her nuptial hand. My welcome guest When from the ocean with unrifl'd charms
You I invite; the season rude of Mars

The virgin goddess sprung. Yet, far unlike
Is clos'd; new combats will the spring supply; A maid sequester'd from the public eye,
Th’autumnal remnant, winter hov'ring near, She, early traind in dignity and state,
Let us possess in peace.” Then Timon spake : In sanctity of manners to attract

“Young chief, I praise thee; be a husband soon, A nation's rev'rence, to the advancing chief Be soon a parent; thou wilt bear thy shield

In sweet composure unreluctant yields
With constancy redoubled. If defence

Her bridal hand, who down the vaulted isle,
Of our forefathers, sleeping in their tombs, Where Echo joins the hymeneal song,
So oft unsheaths our swords, more strongly sure Conducts the fair; before the costly shrine,
Th' endearing, living objects of our love

Perfum'd with incense, and with garlands deck'd, Must animate the gen’rgus, good, and brave." Presents her charms, and thus in manly pray'r:

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“ My patron god, from Salamis I come, None match'd the skill of Timon, still robust, One of thy naval sons, erecting there

Though rev'rend threads of silver had begun Thy recent trophies; let me hence convey To streak his locks of sable. Southern gales With thy concurrent smile this precious prize, Now call on Medon's laden fleet to sail, Thy sacerdotal virgin. I return

Ere Winter frowns. With Timon at his side, To thee a pious votary, to her

And Haliartus, in this gentle phrase A constant lover; on thy servants pour

His noble host and hostess fair he greets :
Thy nuptial blessing. Yet, earth-shaking god,

May ev'ry joy kind wishes can devise,
Not bound in sloth thy warrior shall repose, Or language utter, hospitable pair,
Nor, languishing obscure in sweetest bliss,

Be yours for ever! may a num'rous race
Desert thy glory. Soon as wintry storms

In virtue grow by your parental care!
Thy nod controls, and vernal breezes court With sev'n dear pledges of connubial love
The unfurling canvass, my unweary'd helm I left a brother, watching my return
Shall cleave thy foods, till each barbarian coast In Atalanté, small, exhausted isle,
Acknowledge thy supremacy, and bow

Which needs my instant succour. Gen'rous friend; To Grecian Neptune.” Credulous, the train, To thee I trust my treasure, thou discharge Surrounding, in religious rapture see

The claim of Treezen for th' abundant stores The colossean image of their god

Which load our vessels; for a time farewell, Smile on their hero, meriting the smiles

The vernal Sun will see our love renew'd, Of deities and mortals. Fortune adds

And swords combin'd against Mardonius bold." Her casual favour; on Cleander's mast

He said: the lovely Ariphilia weeps; To perch, a pair of turtle doves she sends

Cleander sighs, but speeds his parting guests. From Neptune's temple. To his vessel, crown'd With Hymen's wreaths, bestrewn with herbs and

Exhaling fragrance, down the slope he guides

His Ariphilia, priestess now no more.
So Hermes, guardian of the Graces, leads

Ta' unloos’d anchors to the waves resign
Their chief, Aglaia, o'er th’ Olyinpian hall, The Delphian keels, while Auster's friendly breath,
Warn'd by the Muses, in preluding strains, Their burden lightning, soon to Sunium shows
The dance on Heav'n's bright pavement to begin, The spreading sails. Two vessels, riding there,
And charm the festive gods. The food repass'd, Receive embarking warriors. On the beach
They, as Treezenian institutes require,

Looks Medon stedfast : “ By almighty Jove,” The fane of young Hippolytus approach,

He cries aloud, “ Themistocles I see!
That victim pure to chastity, who left

O Haliartus, O my holy friend,
Old Theseus childless. From the youthful heads We must not leave unvisited a shore
Of both their hair is sever'd, on his shrine

Which holds that living trophy to our view,
Their maiden offring laid. They next ascend The victor-chief at Salamis.” The skiff
An awful structure, sacred to the Fates,

Is lanch'd ; they land. Themistocles begins
There grateful own that goodness which decreed The salutation : “ Hail! Oïleus' son,
Their happy union. To the Graces last

Thou rev'rend host of Athens, Timon, hail! Their vows are paid, divinities benign,

Your unexpected presence here excites Whom Ariphilia fervent thus invokes:

A pleasing wonder. Whitber do ye steer “ O goddesses, who all its sweetness shed These well-remember'd vessels, which convey'd On human life! whate'er is beauteous here, Thee, first of cria with our Attic bard, lilustrious, happy, to your favour owes

To Salamis from Delphi ? In that course Its whole endearment; wanting you, our deeds Was Timon captive made, whom, freed at last, Are cold and joyless. In my husband's eye My joyful arms embrace.” The Locrian here Preserve me lovely, not in form alone,

“ To Atalanté, in Euboean straits, Bat that supreme of graces in my sex,

We steer; another of Oilean race, Complacency of love." She pray'd; her look Through bounteous Heav'n, a refuge there obtains, Reveal'd, that Heav'n would ratify her pray'r. My brother, good Leonteus, with a band

Now in her father's dwelling they remain Of gallant Locrians, ready at my call Till dusky ev'ning. On a bridal car,

To lift their bucklers in defence of Greece.
Coostructed rieh, the paranymph then seats But why, remote from Athens, on the strand
The blooming fair; one side Cleander fills, Of naked Sunium, do I see the son
The other Medon, she between them rides, Of Neocles, so recently by me
By torches clear preceded. Lively sounds At Sparta left?” Themistocles replies:
The ceremonial music; soon they reach

“ Forbear inquiry now, O virtuous branch
The bridegroom's mansion; there a feast receives Of that ennobled stock, th' Orlean house!
Unnumber'd friends; the nuptial dance and song If e'er my conduct merited thy praise,
Are now concluded. To her fragrant couch If thou believ'st me studious of the fame
A joyful mother lights the blushing bride;

Which follows manly deeds, forbear to doubt Cleander follows; in the chamber shut,

Th' unwearied further efforts of my limbs, He leaves the guests exulting to revive

My heart, my talents : secresy matures, Their song to Hymen, and renew the dance. Time brings the labour of the mind to birth.

Three days succeeding were to gymnic feats Were those first steps reveal'd, which restless Devoted ; Medon's warlike spear obtains

thought, A second chaplet; Haliartus won

Constructing some vast enterprise, ascends, The wrestler's prize; to burl the massy disk How wild a wand'rer, Medon, would appear

The policy of man! But, gen'rous chief,

Is Aristides. He the Attic youth
Whose valour, whose experience night assure In phalanx bright to victory may lead ;
A prosp'rous issue to a bold exploit,

Minerva's bird Xanthippus may display
Say, should I open on some future day

To Asia, trembling at their naval flag; To thy discerning sight the clearest track,

A private man, Theinistocles will reach Where to success one glorious stride might reach, Your summits, fellow citizens, preferr'd Wouldst thou be ready at my call?” He paus’d. To his command. Ye chosen beroes, wait

From such a mouth, such captivating words For breezy Spring to wanton in your sails, Insinuate sweetness through the Locrian's ear, Then range your vig'rous files, and pamper'd steeds Who feels th' alluremert; yet, by prudence rul'd, | Themistocles, amid septentrion snows, This answer frames: “Through such a glorious Shall rouse Despair and Anguish from their den track

Of lamentation; Poverty shall blaze Whoever guides, may challenge Medon's aid; In radiant steel; pale Misery shall grasp Thou prove that guide, my steps shall follow close, A standard. Athens, thy rejected son Unless by Aristides call's, whose voice

Extorted aid from tyranny shall draw Commands my service.” Cool th' Athenian hides On his own greatness to establish thine." The smart his wounded vanity endures,

Swift he embarks, like Neptune when he mounts And manly thus, unchang'd in look, rejoins: His rapid conch to call the tempests forth, I ask no more; I rest my future claim

Upturn the floods, and rule them when they rage. On Medon's valour, only to support

The third clear morning shows Eretria's port, What Aristides shall approve. Farewell.

Among Eubean cities once superb,
Avail thee straight of these propitious winds ; Eretria now in ashes. She had join'd
In Atalanté, known to me of old,

Th' Athenians, bold invaders, who consum d
What force thou can't, assemble; dread no wants, The capital of Lydia, to revenge
I will be watchful to supply them all.”

Ionian Greeks enthrall d. Eretria paid
They párt. Now Medon, under hoisted sails, , Severe atonement to Hystaspes' son,
Reinarks unwonted transport on the cheek Incens'd Darius. To a Cissian plain,
Of Haliartus. O my peasant weeds,"

A central space of his unbounded realm, His joy exclaims, “how gratefully you rise Far from their ancient seat, which flames derourid, In my remembrance now! From you my hopes He her exterminated race confin’d, Forebode some benefit to Greece. Dear lord, Sad captives, never to revisit more Forbear inqniry; by yon hero warn’d,

Their native isle. A silent wharf admits In secresy my thoughts, till form’d complete, Themistocles on shore, a void extent, Lie deeply bury'd." Timon smild, and spake: Where sons of Neptune heretofore had swarm d. “ I know, full often enterprises bold

No mooring vessel in the baven rode, tie in the womb of mystery conceal'd;

No footstep mark'd the ways; sole inmates there, Thus far th’ Athenian hero and thyself

Calamity and Horrour, as enthron'd, Raise expectation ; but I further know,

Sat on o'erwhelming ruins, and forbade
His faculties are matchless, thou art brare, The hero passage, till a seeming track
Unerring Medon like my god is wise;

Presents, half bury'd in surrounding heaps
Thence expectation soars on steady wings. Of desolation, what appears a dome
O light of Greece, Themistocles, exert

Raisd to some god. Themistocles observes Thy boundless pow'rs! mature thy pregnant plan! A shatter'd porch, whose proud supporters lie Whene'er the glorious mystery unveils,

In fragments, save one column, which upholds Me and my Delphians thou shalt find prepar’d." Part of a sculptur'd pediment, where, black

The turbulent Euripus swift they plough by conflagration, an inscription maim'd In pleasing converse thus, and clasp, in hope, Retains these words, “ TO ELEUTHERIAN Jove." Their anxious friends on Atalanté's shore.

Th’ Athenian enters, follow'd by his train When ev'ry mast was hid by Sunium's cape, In arms coinplete. Excluded was the day Thus to his faithful minister, the son

By ruins pil'd externally around, Of Neocles : " Sicious, hast thou seen

Unless what broken thinly-scatter'd rays
My followers on board ? The treasures brought Shot through th’encumber'd portal. Soon they stand
From Xerxes, those my spoils of war supply, Amidst obscuring dusk in silence all,
The arms, the stores, Sicinus, has thy care All motionless in wonder, while a voice,
Deposited in safety?"-"Yes,” replies

Distinct in tone, delivers through the void
Th' entrusted servant. “ Now thyself embark,' These solemn accents: “ Eleutherian god!
His lord enjoins, who, musing thus, remains: Since no redeemer to Eretria fallin
“ If my attempt to further I have won

Thy will vouchsafes, why longer dost thou kerp This gallant Locrian, frankly I confess

Thy aged servant on a stage of woe? My debt to Fortune; but this casual boon Why not release him? why not close his eyes, I can forego, if wantonly her hand

So vainly melting o'er his country lost? Resumes; Themistocles alone can trace

Ten years are fled; the morning I have hailil A path to glory.” Tow'rds the land he turns, In síghs alone; have laid my head on thorns Proceeding thus: “ Now, Attica, farewell, Of anguish, nightly visited in dreams Awhile farewell. To thee, barbarian gold, By images of horrour, which employ Themistocles resorts ; my bosom guest,

Each waking moment. To have seen destros'd Whom Aristides in disdain would spurn,

From their foundations my paternal streets, By thee, O gift of Xerxes, I will raise

The holy structures burn, a people forc'd The real of Athens, and a fresh increase

In climates new and barbarons to dwell, To my own laurels.

Uncontrollid, supreme .Was sure enough to suffer it is time

To give my patience rest.” The plaintive sound Of thee, Tisander, and thy name retain ; (tears! Draws on th’ Athenian, who perceives a gleam, Proceed.” To him the priest : “ Flow first my Pale quiv'ring o'er a solitary lamp;

Of that brave band whatever now remains Perceives a rev'rend sire, resembling Time, Have nought but prowess left. Alas! how few Down to whose girdle hangs the snowy fleece Escap'd thy fell, exterminating hand, Of wintry age. Unaw'd his lamp he rais'd; When treachery surrender'd to thy pow'r, A dim reflection from the polish'd arms

Darius ! Sons of husbandry lay hid Reveal'd the warrior, whom he thus bespake: In woods and caverns ; of the nobler class'

“ Whate'er thou art, if hostile, or a friend, Some on the main were absent. Priest of Jove A god, a mortal, or a phantom vain,

I was releas'd; a pious, beardless prince, Know, that my state no change can render worse, Nam'd Hyperanthus, on my rank and years All change make better.”—“ Father,” soft replied Look'd with compassion; living, 1 extni, Th' advancing chief, s take confort, I am come My dying breath shall bless him. I have dwelt Thy country's saviour; follow, in the day Within my temple, mourning o'er this waste. See who I am.” Between the op’ning band Here, annnally collected (lo! the day He leads the senior through the dusky porch, Of that severe solemnity is nigh) Whom he accosts before th' unclouded Sun, Th’ unhappy relics of Eretrian blood Then vertical: “ Rest, father, and behold

Accompany my tears. Thou knowst, they sail'd Themistocles of Athens." While the priest, At thy appointment, on Athenian decks, So by his fillet sacerdotal known,

They and the men of Styra froin that port In wonder paus'd, th' artificer divine

For Salamis. In glory they return'd Of wiles to catch the sudden turns of chance, To want and horrour, desert found their land, Frames in a momentary cast of thought

Their crops, their future sustenance destroy'd, This bright device of fiction to allure

Their huts consum'd, their cattle swept away, A holy mind. “O worthy of the god!

Their progeny, their wives; flagitious act Thou servant pure of Jupiter! I mourn,

Of Demonax, in Oreus late replac'd, Like thee, Eretria, not like thee despond,

Her tyrant foul, a slave to Xerxes' throne, Attend, thou righteous votary to Heav'n!

His scourge in rich Eubwa, half-reduc'd I, from the day of Salamis o'ertoil'd,

To this dire monster's sway, by royal aid While courting slumber, in a vision saw

Of endless treasure, and barbarian bands. The sapient issue of th' almighty sire,

Such is our state. Too scanty are the means His best belov'd Minerva. Still the sound

Of willing Styra to relieve such wants; Of her gorgonian shield my ears retain,

Our wealthier neighbours of Carystus vend, While earnest, striking on its rim her spear, Not give; in hoarded grain, in flocks and herds The virgin warrior spake: 'Triumphant son Abounding, them a sordid cbief controls, Of Neocles, remember in thy joy

Nicomachus. An oligarchy rules 'The miseries of others. Go, redeem

Gereæstus small, but opulent - O Jove! Eretria fall'n, whose noble remnant arm'd

I see brave Cleon yonder; from his head Ser'n ships; exhausting all their slender stores, He rends the hair—what gestures of distress ! To fight for Athens on this glorious day'.”

He beats his troubled bosom, wrings his hands ! As from the sooty gate of direful Dis

Not heeding great Themistocles, he points Deliver'd Theseus, when to cheering day

On me alone a wild distracted look! He reascended, on Alcides look'd,

Say, Cleon.”......Swift, with shiv'ring lips and pale, Who for his lor'd companion pierc'd the gloom Th' Eretrian leader, interrupting, vents Of Erebus; th' Eretrian's grateful eyes

His tortur'd thoughts: “Tisander, can thy pray'rs Thus on the son of Neocles were fix'd,

Repel grim famine, rushing on the blast
In ecstasy of joy. These fervent words

Of barren winter? Three disastrous days
He utter'd: “ Heav'n hath given thee to destroy Will lay the combatants for Grecce in dust,
Presuinptuous foes, O favour'd by the gods ! Behind them leaving nothing but a name
Who give thee now to save despairing friends;

For Salamis to publish. Lo! they come,
That, all-rejoicing in thy trophies new,

A dying people, suppliant to repose
Great as thou art, thy gen'rous soul may prove, Within thy fane their flesh-divested bones :
How far beyond the transports conquest yields, Yet such a tomb, their fainting voices cry,
Are those resulting from benignant deeds.

May those Eretrians envy who are doom d More grateful, chief, is Charity's sweet voice, To lodge their captive limbs in Asia's mould." Than Fame's shrill trumpet, in the ear of Jove, He ends in sighs. Behold, a ghastly troop Who will, on such humanity as thine,

Slow through the ruins of their native streets Accumulate his blessings. If my name

In languid pace advance! So gath'ring shoals Thou ne'er hast heard, or, hearing, hast forgot, Of ghosts from hour to hour through endless time, Know, that from lib'ral Cleobulus sprung,

The unrelenting eye of Charon views, I am Tisander.” Interrupting swift,

By sickness, plague, and famine, by the sword, Th' Athenian here: “ Thy own, thy father's name, Or heart-corroding sorrow, sent from light To me, illustrious pontiff, well are known.

To pass the black irremeable foods
My recent banner in the summer's gale

Of Styx. Cecropia's hero cast a look
Thou must remember on th' Eretrian coast. Like Phoebus heav'nly-gentle, when, aton'a,
Eretrian warriors under Cleon's charge,

Th’ infections air he clear'd, awak'ning gales
In ships by me supply'd, undaunted fought To breathe salubrious o'er th' enfeebled host
At Artemisium, and an earnest gave

Of Agamemnon, as from death they rose Of their late prowess. From their chief, from all Yet to assert their glory. Swift the chief Thy celebrating countrymen, I heard

Bespake Sicinus: “ Haste, unlade the ships ;

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