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Three talents bring; they, Cleon, shall be thine ; Soon shall thy temple reassume its state.
Seek those in every part who vend, not give. Prepare an altar; hetacombs again
The gifts of Ceres in profusion bear,

Shall smoke ere long, Eretria cast aside
The gifts of Pan, tbe grape's reviving juice, Her widow'd garb, and lift her festive palms
To these, my fellow warriors, who have seen To eleutherian Jove." This utter'd, swift
My banner streaming, twice have lent their aid He seeks his vessel, while the Sun descends.
To my renown; meantime our naval food

Calm, as in summer, through an ether clear
Shall be their portion; vesture now shall cheer Aurora leads the day. A cheerful sound
Their limbs. My brave companions, I have brought Of oxen, lowing from the hollow dales
The spear and buckler for your manly hands; Which tow'rds Carystus wind, of bleeting sheep,
Your strength restor'd shall feel the glorious weight Yet nearer driven across the Eretrian plain,
Of crested helms. Tisander, let thém rest Awake Themistocles. His couch he leaves,
Within thy shelt'ring temple, not to sink

Revisiting the temple; there enjoys
Beneath distress, but vig'rous soon renew

The gen’ral transport. Plenty on the wing
Their practis'd race of honour. Pass, my friends, Is nigh, the comforts of her fruitful horn
Be mute; expression of your joy I wave;

To pour on desolation. Cleon comes,
Again to morrow you and I will meet.”

Accosting thus Themistocles : “My task
Tisander, happy, entertains his guests,

Is well accomplish'd through the lib'ral zeal
Twelve hundred countrymen, the last remains Of Hyacinthus near a youth unlike
Of populous Eretria. Plenty's boon

His sire Nicomachus. That subtile chief
Alert the Attic mariners diffuse

Of our Carystian neighbours is behind,
To all, and cordial tend their wants; discreet Escorting laden carriages of grain,
Sicinus curbs excess. The tidings brought Thy purchase ; nought his sordid hand bestows.
Of his performance from a short repast

He, curious more than friendly in our need,
Dismiss'd his lord applauding; who serene, Or of thy name respectful, to explore,
Stretch'd on his naval pillow, slept till dawn. Not help or pity, hither bends his course.”

He rose. To him Sicious: “ Will my lord “ Conduct the father to my ship,” reply'd Permit his servant, with an active band

Themistocles; sure yonder is the son, Of sailors, these obstructions to remove,

Thou hast describ'd; ingenuous are his looks. Or so dispose, that feeblest steps may find

Like him, whose name he bears, his beauteous form
A passage free to good Tisander's fane:

Might charm the beaming god once more to court
That through its wonted apertures, the round A mortal's friendship; but, dejection pale
Of that huge pile, where Jupiter should dwell, O'ercasts bis hye; strange melancholy dims
Now dark as Pluto's palace, may admit

His youthful eye; too modest, or unmann'd
The light of Heav'n > Yet further, we must search By languor, child of grief, he stops and bows
For coverts dry, if such the greedy flames In distant, seeming awe, which wounds my soul.
Have left among these ruins, to secure

I must salute him. Noble youth, receive
The various stores, which Cleon may transport." My hand; Themistocles of Greece expects
To him his lord: “Go, monitor expert,

No such obeisance from a fellow Greek.
Accomplish what thou counsellist.” Tow'rds the fane The majesty of Athens might exact
Himself not slow proceeds. Before the front, That conquer'd tyrants, in my presence brought,
On scatter'd fragments of their ancient homes, Low as the dust should crouch beneath her chief.”
Th’ Eretrians, pale with long-continu'd want, A start of anguish Hyacinthus gave
Are seated. Thick as winter-famish'd birds At these last words, then silent bow'd again
Perch on the boughs, which icicles encrust, His decent brow; pot awe, but latent ills
Yet chirp and flutter in th' attemp'ring Sun, Seem'd to control his tongue. Th'observant chief
These, at the hero's presence, wave their hands, Defers inquiry to its season due,
Unite their efforts in acclaim not loud,

To Cleon's charge consigns him, and retires
But cordial, rather in a gen'ral sigh

To his own galley. Waiting for the sire, Of gratitude. The charitable care

He meditates a moment on the son : Of his best warriors, some of noblest birth,

“I see advantage in this youth's distressImpart their help, like parents to a race

My plan is form’d.” He hastens to unbar
Of tender infants. Once of might approvd His copious treasure; thence in dazzling show
In battle, hardiest of the naval breed,

He spreads four silver talents on his board,
Th’Eretrians, worn by hunger, scarce retain O'er them a mantle throws, and brief again
The slender pow'rs of childhood. One by one Thus ruminates: “ Now, Plutus, who canst sap
Themistocles consoles them, and devotes

The strong-bas'd tow'r, and soften rigid hearts, In condescension sedulous the day

Smile on this juncture. Aristides scorns To kindness not impolitic. In these

Thy deity, Themistocles invokes His piercing genius fit materials saw

Thy precious succour. From profoundest woe To build another structure of renown.

Disconsolate Eretria thou hast rais'd ; Ere he retires, Tisander thus he greets :

Now by a sordid instrument give life “ Wilt thou, O father ! on my board bestow To dull Carystus.” Sudden in his view, An evening hour?”-“ My moments all belong By Cleon brought, who instantly withdraws, To this yet helpless people,” said the priest. Nicomachus appears, and thus begins : “ Such pious care through me shall Heav'n “ The Salaminian victor I salute, reward,"

Charg'd by Carystus; happy is my lot Exclaims the chief, as round him he remarks To venerate the chief, and touch the hand The toiling sailors; soon, thou guardian good Which humbled Asia. Doth Euboea see Of wretched men committed to thy charge, Thee visitant illustrious to rebuild

Fretria? then instruct her to confine
That pow'r and pride, her neighbours felt of old.”

BOOK XII.
“ Th’ Athenian here : “ Eubea sees me come
Both to upraise, Caryst'an, and depress ,

Now in the zodiac had the Sun o'erpass'd But to exalt thy state, iny friend, I wish,

The tentb fair sign. The new succeeding month, Wish thy possessions equal to thy worth.

Though not by Flora, nor Vertonus deck'd, Behold !” Uplifting to the greedy eye

Nor green in hue, though first of Winter's train, Of avarice the inantle, he pursues :

Oft with unsully'd skies irradiate cheers “ Behold, four silver talents! Them accept, The prove creation, and delights mankind. Which in this casket to thy trusted slaves

The birds yet warble on the leafless sprays, I will deliver now; I only ask

The placid sarface, glaz'd by clearest light, Of thy deep-founded influence to warm

In crystal rivers, and transparent lakes, Supine Carystus : for thyself and Greece

Or Ocean's sinooth cerulean bosom, shows Unite with mine thy standard. Further note, The finny tribes in play. The active son If at my suminons thou produce in arms

Of Neocles uprises, and descries Thy citizens auxiliar, from this hand

A dawn which promis'd purity of air, Expect four added talents; but the hopes

Of light and calmness, tempting Sloth herself Of no unpractis'd leader, who perceives

To action. Thus be rous'd his native fire: His enterprise assur’d, dare promise more,

“ Of this kind season not a moment lose, A share, Nicomachus, of spoil in war,

Themistocles.” Sicinus, ever nigh, To pass thy own belief.” By present gain,

He callid: “ Provide two receptacles sure, By more in promise, not by glory fir'd,

Each to contain twelve talents; bring my arms, Nicomachus rejoins : “ A thousand spears

Produce a second suit, resembling mine;
Shall wait thy earliest potice." While he spake, Send Hyacinthus; let my chosen band
He snatch'd the casket, shut the treasure close, Of Attic friends, and Sparta's fifty youths,
The rush'd to seek his confidential slave,

My followers, be ready for a march.”
Who takes the precious charge. With placid looks Soon Hyacinthus enters; still he shows
The cool, the politic Athenian sat

The perturbation of a mind oppressid Like some experienc'd pilot, who serene,

By some conceal'd misfortune, while, beneath lo skilful guidance of the steady helm,

The shade of sorrow, on bis front appear'd Enjoys the favour smooth of gale and tide, Excelling graces. Him the chief bespake, Combin'd to waft o'er Ocean's fickle breast Gay in his look, and sprightly in his tone : His gliding keel, and lodge her costly freight

Her eastern hill, behold, the Morning mounts Secure at length in harbour. Now he spake

In radiance, scatter'd from the liquid gerns To his re-ent'ring guest : “ Carystian friend,

On her loose mantle; but the heart of youth Thou hast a son, well-disciplin’d to war,

In ev'ry season should rejoice, in clouds Brave, lib’ral, wise, I doubt not ; wilt thou trust Not less than sunshine, whether Nature's voice To my society awhile his youth ?”

Be hoarse in storms, or tune to whisp'ring gales “ He is the object of my vows to Heav'n,"

Her vernal music. Sharp some inward grief, Nicomachus exclaims, in passion feignd,

When youth is sad ; yet Fortune oft deceives “ My soul's delight, the rapture of my eye! The inexperienc'd by imagin’d ills, If he were absent, ev'ry hour my age

Or light, which counsel of the more mature Would feel a growing burden.”_" Come,” rejoins Can lightly heal. Unlock thy lib'ral mind; Th’ Athenian, “ him I only would detain

To ine, a guardian pregnant of relief My messenger of orders to thy walls;

Beyond thy father, countrymen, or friends, On him another talent would bestow."

Impart thy cares.” The sighing guest replied: “ The gymnic school and letters," cries the sire, “ To thy control my service I devote, “ He follows, heeds not treasure; by his hand O scourge of tyrants, but retain my grief! Send me the talent; never let him know

Which thou, O first of mortals, or the king
The charge he bears.” This said, he loudly calls Of high Olyinpus, never can redress."
To Hyacinthus, who had gaind the deck,

Sicinus interrupts; bis lord's commands
Him ent’ring thus addresses : “ Son, the chief Are all accomplish'd. “ Now, Carystian friend,
Of Athens, great Themistocles, demands

Resembling me in stature, size, and limbs," Thee for companion." As a casual gleam The son of Neocles proceeds, “ aecept Breaks through th’unrav'lling texture of black clouds, That suit of armour; I bave tried it well; Which long op Winter's sullen face have hung ;

Receive a shield familiar to my arm." So darts a ray of gladness through the gloom

He next instructs Sicinus: “ Thou receive Of Hyacinthus, by the Attic chief

Twelve talents; hasten to the neighb'ring walls Not unobservd. Intent on swift return,

Of stately Chalcis, populous and rich, Th' exulting father bids to both farewell.

Queen of Eubean cities, iu whose port Remaining day Themistocles employs

The twenty ships of Athens yet remain, Among his sailors in th’Eretrian streets,

Which Chalcis borrow'd, and equipp'd for war. Inspects the necessary toil pursu'd

Of her bold race four thousand we beheld With unremitted vigour, then retires

Distinguish'd late in Arteinisium's fight, To due refection. Cleon is a guest

At Salamis yet later. First approach With Hyacinthus, still by grief devour'd,

The new-made archon in a rev'rent style, Which all his efforts strive in vain to hide.

Timoxenus most potent in that state, Her heavy wing no sooner Night outspreads, A dubious, timid magistrate, unlike Than to Sicinus they are givin in charge,

Nearchus. Cordial salutation bear While to his couch Themistocles repairs.

To him, my brave associate; do not turn

Thy back on Chalcis, till thy prudence brings Of all forgetful, save itself, my grief
Intelligence of weight ; th’ Athenian keels Deserves thy frown, yet less than giddy jay,
With grain abundant and materials lade,

Which, grown familiar, wantons in the smile That friendly roofs th’ Eretrians may obtain, Of condescension. Ah! that grief will change Before grim Winter harrow up these straits, Reproof to more than pity; will excite Unnavigable soon.” This said, he arms;

A thirst for vengeance, when thy justice hears Begirt by warriors, to the temple speeds,

A tale"-" Unfold it," interpos’d the chief, Aud greets the priest: “ In gladsome thought I see “ To one who knows the various ways of men, The goddess Health,white-banded, crimson-cheek’d, Hath study'd long their passions and their woes, As from a silver car in roseate clouds

Nor less the med'cines for a wounded mind.”
Look on thy people; dropping on their lips

Then Hyacinthus: “Mighty chief, recall
Restoring dew, she bids them taste and live. Thy first successes, when Euboea's maids
The convalescent piously employ

Saw from her shores barbarian pendants lower'd In labours, where my naval band shall join, To thine, and grateful pluck'd the flow’rs of May To free th’ encumber'd temple, to repair,

To dress in chaplets thy victorious deck. To cover dwellings, lest the winter bring

Then, at thy gen'rous instigation fir'd, New hardships. Martial exercise I leave

The men of Oreus from their walls expellid
To Cleon's care, while ten revolving suns

Curst Demonax, their tyrant. On a day,
Of absence I must count. Now, father, take Ah! source of short delight, of lasting pain !
This hand, a hand which fortune and thy god I from the labour of a tedious chase,
Have ever favour'd, which shall soon convert O’erspent by thirst and heat, a forest gain'd.
The annual day of mourning in thy fane

A rill, meandring to a green recess,
To festival solemnity of joy."

I track’d; my wonder saw a damsel there Bless'd by Tisander, rapid he departs.

In sumptuous vesture, couch'd on fragrant tufts Young Hyacinthus follows, who in arms,

Of camomile, amid surrounding flow'rs Once by his patron worn, to ev'ry eye

Reposing. Tall, erect, a figure stern Presents a new Themistocles, but such,

Was nigh; all sable on his head and brow, As when th' allurement of his early bloom

Above his lip, and shadowing his cheeks He, not unconscious of the charm, display'd The hair was brisled; fierce, but frank, his eye To Attic damsels. Cloudless on their march A grim fidelity reveal’d; his belt Apollo shoots a clear and tepid ray;

Sustain'd a sabre; from a quiver full A scatter'd village in Carystian bounds

On sight of me an arrow keen he drew, To rural hospitality admits

A well-strung bow presented, my approach The wearied warriors. Hyacinthus guides Forbidding loudly. She, upstarting, wak’d. His great protector to a shelt'ring fane

My aspect, surely gentle when I first Of Juno, styld connubial ; stately round

Bebeld Cleora, more of hope than fear Of beech extends a venerable shade;

Inspir'd; she crav'd protection-What, ye Fates! Through ages time had witness'd to their growth, Was my protection-0 superior man, Whose ruddy texture, disarray'd of green,

Can thy sublimity of soul endure Glows in the purple of declining day.

My tedious anguish !" Interposing mild They pass the marble threshold, when the youth, Th’Athenian here: " Take time, give sorrow vent, With visage pale, in accents broken spake: My Hyacinthus, I forbid not tears." “ Unequall'd man, behold the only place

He now pursues: “Her suppliant hands she rais'd, For thy reception fit; for mine”—He paus'd; To me astonish’d, hearing from her lips, A gushing torrent of impetuoas grief

That Demonax was author of her days. O'erwhelm'd his cheeks; now starting, on he rush'd, Amid the tumult bis expulsion caus'd, Before the sacred image wrung his bands; She, from a rural palace, where he stor’d Then sinking down, along the pavement rollid Well known to her a treasure, with a slave His body; in distraction would have dash'd In faith approv'd, with gold and gems of price His forehead there. Themistocles prevents, Escap'd. All night on feetest steeds they rode, Uplifts, and binds him in a strong embrace; Nor knew what hospitable roof to seek. When thns in eager agony the youth:

“My father's sister, Glaucé, close behind “ Is not thy purpose, godlike man, to crush This fane of Juno dwelt, her priestess pure, The tyrant Demonax, in torture cut

My kindest parent. To her roof I broughtThe murd'rer short, that he may feel the pangs 0, Glaucé, what-o dearest, most rever'd ! Of death unnatural?"_“ Young man,” replies To thee I brought Cleora !” Horrour pale Th’Athenian grave, “ to know my bidden thoughts, Now blanch'd his visage, shook his loos’ning joints, Dost thou aspire, retaining still thy own?

Congeal'd his tongue, and rais'd his rigid hair. Still in my presence thy distemper drinks

Th’ Athenian, calm and silent, waits to hear The cup of misery conceal'd, and seems,

The reassum'd parration. “O ye flow'rs, Rejecting friendship’s salutary hand,

How were ye fragrant !" forth in transport wild To court the draught which poisons. Canst thou hope, Bursts Hyacinthus: “O embow'ring woods, Mysterious youth, my confidence, yet none How soft your shade's refreshment! Founts and rills, Wilt in Themistocles repose?” His look,

How sweet your cadence, while I won the hand His tone, in feign’d austerity he wrapp'd,

Of my Cleora to the nuptial tie,
So Æsculapius bitter juice apply'd

By spotless vows before thy image bound,
From helpful plants, his wisdom had explorid, O goddess hymenea)! O what hours
The vehicles of health. In humble tears,

Of happiness untainted, dear espous'd, Which melted more than flow'd, the mourner thus: Did we possess ! kind Glaucé sinil'd on both,

“ Forgive me, too regardless of thy grace; The earliest birds of morning to her voice

-Yes, yes,

Of benediction sung; the gracious sound

Which all beheld. Her hand the tyrant doom'd Our evening heard; content our pillow smooth’d. To Mindarus, a Persian lord, the chief Erin Oxus, so Cleora's slave was nam'd,

Of his anxiliar guard; but she refus’d, Of Sacian birth, with grim delight and zeal And own'd our union, which her pregnant fruit Anticipates our will. My nuptials known

Of love too well confirm’d. The monster, blind Brings down my father, whose resentment warm With mad'ning fury, instantly decreed Th' affinity with Demonax reproves,

That deadliest poison through those beauteous lips A helpless vagabond, a hopeless wretch;

Should choke the springs of life. My weeping friend For now thy sword at Salamis prevail'd.

Saw her pale relics on the fun'ral pyre. This storm Cleora calm'd; the gen'rous fair I am not mad-ev'n that relief the gods Before my father laid her dazzling gens;

Deny me. All my story I have told, She gave, he took them all; return'd content; Been accurate on horrour to provoke (claims Left us too happy in exhaustless stores

The stroke of death, yet live.”-“Thou must,” exOf love for envious fate to leave unspoil'd.

The chief, humanely artful, “thou must live; “Meantime no rumour pierc'd our tranquil bow'r, Without thy help I never can avenge That Demonax in Oreus was replac'd;

On Demonax thy wrongs.”—“Ha!” cries the youth, That be two golden talents, to the hand

“ Art thou resolv'd to lift thy potent arın Which should restore Cleora, had proclaim'd, Against the murd'rer?'

?"_“Yes,” th’Athenian said, To me was all unknown. Two moons complete “ I will do more, thy virtue will uphold, Have spent their periods since one evening late Whose perseverance through such floods of woe Nicomachus my presence swift requir d,

Could wade to bid me welcome. Gen rous youth, A dying mother to embrace. By morn

Trust to the man whom myriads ne'er withstood, I gain'à Carystus; by the close of day

Who towns from ruin can to greatness raise, A tender parent on my breast expir’d.

Can huinble Fortune, force her fickle hand An agitation unexpected shook

To render up the victim she hath mark'd My father's bosom as I took farewell.

For shame and sorrow, force her to entwine On my return—I can no more

With her own finger a triumphant wreath Dwell on each hideous circumstance, my tongue; To deck his brow. Themistocles, who drives With horrour tear my beartstrings till they burst : Despair and desolation from the streets Poor Hyacinthus hath no cure but death.

Of fall’n Eretria, and from eastern bonds “ The Sun was broad at noon; my recent loss AfHicted Greece at Salamis preserv'd; Lamenting, yet assuaging by the joy

He will thy genius to his native pow'rs To see Cleora soon, ne'er left before,

Restore; will make thee master of revenge (A tedious interval to me) I reach'd

For thy own wrongs; to glorio's action guide My home, th' abode of Glaucé. Clos'd, the door Thy manly steps, redressing, as they tread, Forbids my passage; to repeated calls

The wrongs of others.” Not the gracious voice Nu voice replies; two villagers pass by,

Of Juno, speaking comfort from her shrine; Who at my clavjours help to force my way. Not from his tripod Jove's prophetic sced, I pass one chamber; strangled on the floor, Imparting counsel through bis Pythian maid; Two damsel-ministers of Juno lie.

Not Jove himself, from Dodonæan groves, I hurry on; a second, where my wife

By oracles of promise, could have sooth'd Was in my absence to partake the couch

This young, but most distinguish'd of mankind Of Glaucé, shows that righteous woman dead. Among the wretched, as the well-wrought strain The dear impression where Cleora's limbs Of thy heart-searching policy, expert Sleep had embrac'd, I saw, the only trace Themistocles, like some well-practis'd son Of her, the last, these eyes shall e'er behold. Of learn’d Machaon, o'er a patient's wound Her name my accents strong in frenzy sound : Compassionate, but cool, who ne'er permits Cleora makes no answer. Next I fly

His own sensation to control his art. From place to place; on Sacian Oxus call :

“But,” said th’ Athenian, “ soldiers must refresh, He is not there. A lethargy benumbs

As well as fast, nor keep incessant watch." My languid members. In a neighb'ring hut, They quit the temple. In the dwelling nigh, Lodg'd by the careful peasants, I awake,

Deep-musing, Hyacinthus lightly tastes Insensible to knowledge of my state.

The light repast. On matted tufts they stretch The direful tidings from Carystus rouse

Their weary'd limbs. Themistocles had arm'd My friends; Nicanor to my father's home

With elevated thoughts his pupil's mind, Transports me. Ling'ring, torpid I consum'd Which foils at intervals despair. His eyes Sev'n moons successive; when too vig'rous youth The transient palm of sleep would often seal, } all'd my strength and memory to curse But oft in dreams his dear espous'd be sees, Health, sense, and thought. My rashness would A livid spectre; an empoison d cup have sought

She holds, and weeps—then vanishes. Rerenge, Cleosa ev'n in Oreus, there have fac'd

In bloody sandals and a dusky pall, The homicide her sire; forbid, withheld,

Succeeds. Her stature growing, as he gaz'd, Nicanor I deputed. When I march'd

Reveals a glory, beaming round her head; To bid thee welcome, on the way I met

A sword she brandishes, the awful sword That friend return'd-Persist, my falt'ring tongue, Which Nemesis unsheaths on crimes. He sees Rehearse his tidings; pitying Heav'n may close Connubial Juno's image from the base Thy narrative in death--The Sacian slave

Descend, and, pointing with its marble hand, Produc'd Cleora to her savage sire;

Before him glide. A sudden shout of war, So fame reports, all Oreus so believes.

The yell of death, Carystian banners wav'de But tbis is trivial to the tragic scene

An apparition of himself in arms

Stir ev'ry sense. The dreadful tumult ends; A rampart scald; the forcing of a camp,
The headless trunk of Demonax in gore

Are cures of sorrow. In her vision clear
He views in transport. Instantly his couch So did Heav'n's empress intimate tbis morn.
Shoots forth in laurels, vaulting o'er his head; Me too she visited in sleep; her voice
The walls are hung with trophies. Juno comes, My waking thonghts congrm'd; Cleora lives;
No longer marble, but the queen of Heav'n, Else why the goddess thus : ' Arise, O son
Clad in resplendency divine. She leads

Of Neocles, of this afflicted youth
Cleora, now to perfect bloom restorid,

Be thou sure guide to rescue bis espous'd;
Who, beck’ning, opens to th' enraptur'd eye The profanation of my rites chastise?»
Of Hyacinthus, doating on the charm,

The fiction wraps in credulous delight
Her breast of snow; whence pure ambrosial milk The young Carystian's confidence, who feels
Allures an infant from an amber cloud,

Circaan magic from his patron's eye, Who stoops, and round her neck maternal clings. His tongue, and gesture. He, quick-sighted, turns He to embrace them striving, wak’d, and lost To swift advantage his delusion thus : Th' endearing picture of illusive air,

“Come, let me try thy vigour; I am bound But wak'd compos'd. His mantle he assum'd, To neighb'ring Styra ; Ay before thy friend ; To Juno's statue trod, and thus anlock'd

Among that gen'rous people, who, their all,
His pious breast: “O goddess! though thy smile, Two gallies sent to Salamis, proclaim
Which I acknowledge for the hours of bliss Themistocles approaches." Like a dart,
I once possess'd, a brief, exhausted term,

Lanch'd from the sinews of a Parthian's arm,
Could not protect me from malignant Fate, Without reply th' inspir'd Carystian flew,
Lo! prostrate fall’n before thee, I complain Cas'd as he was in steel. Meantime the chief
No more. My soul shall struggle with despair ; Salutes bis Attic and Laconian bands;
Nor shall the Furies drag me to the grave. His captivating presence both enjoy,
Thou punishment dost threaten to the crime, Which else no eye most piercing might discern,
Which hath defac'd my happiness on Earth; Not ev'n the hundred never-sleeping lights,
Themistocles, my patron, is thy boon,

Which on the margin of her parent flood Who will fulll thy menace. I believe,

Incessant watch'd the progeny transform'd There is a place hereafter to admit

Of Inachus, the Argive watry god; Such purity as hers, whose blissful hand

Where undistinguish'd in the grazing herd Thou didst bestow-I lost-I know my days His daughter wept, nor he that daughter knew With all their evils of duration short;

A speechless suppliant. Recommenc'd, the march I am not conscious of a black misdeed,

Exhausts the day. Beneath a holy roof, Which should exclude me from the seat of rest, Which rose to Ceres, they their shelter'd limbs And therefore wait in pious hope, that soon To rest and food resign. There gently swellid Shall Hyacinthus find his wife and child,

Th' encircling ground, whence fair the morning With them to dwell for ever.” He concludes, On little Styra, who, no queen superb (smil'd Regains the chamber, and Aurora shines.

Of wide dominion, like a rural nymph
In decency of garb, and native locks,
Her humble circuit not unlovely shows.

She from Athenian boundaries of old
BOOK. XIII.

Her first inhabitants deriv'd, and pours

Her sons now forth Themistocles to greet, When Hyacinthus first his couch forsook,

Their eldest parent's bero. Lampon bold Themistocles in care had follow'd close,

Accosts him : “ Me the weak, but willing hand But secretly had noted well the pray'r

Of Styra late enabled to enrol To Juno sent, and part approving, part

My name with thine, unconquerable son Condemning, heard. Accoutr'd now in mail, Of Neocles. Though feeble is her sword, The young Carystian, to his list'ning friend, Her sinews boast of Attic vigour still. Relates the wonders of his recent dream.

Oh! that her means were equal to her love, Th’ Athenian, while most cordial in the care A lib'ral welcome thou and these should find; Of Hyacinthus, whom his woes endear'd,

But yor: Gerästian oligarchy, foe
Still weigh'd his use. This answer he devis'd To equity and freedom, from our meads
To ease the grief he pitied, and preserve

Have newly swept our plenty," Ardent here, The worth essential to his own designs.

Themistocles : “ By Heav'n, my Styrian host, “What thou hast told, Carystian, fires my breast; Not thrice shall day illuminate your skies, It was a signal, by Saturnia held

Ere double measure shall these petty lords
To animate thy rage, and prompt thy arm Repay to Styra. I am come to crush
To action. She requires not, goddess wise, Their usurpation, in Gerästus fix
Humiliation, scorns the sluggish mind,

Her ancient laws, and rouse her martial race
Whose thoughts are creeping to Elysian rest. Against the Persian, and the Persian's friends.
They hush no throbs of anguish, while it rends Array thy force. To morrow's early Sun
The mangled heartstrings, no not more than stanch Shall see us march, and ere his second noon
A bleeding wound, or quench a fever's fame. The bird of Athens shall her talons lift
We earn Elysium, and our evils here

Against the walls of these presumptuous thieves." Surmount, alike by action. Manly toil

“ 'They have no walls,” Eudemus takes the word, Repels despair. Endurance of a storm, .

A righteous, brave Gerästian, exil'd late,
Which rocks the vessel; marches long and swift; By hospitable Styra late receiv'd.
A river pass'd, while enemies in front

“ A forest thick surrounds them, which affords By whirls of javelins chase the rapid ford ; One scanty passage ; but the axe and bill,

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