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Of her preserver. While he sleeps, and pain Flies to his guardian friend. Eudora, skill'd Excites no groan to wound her list'ning ear, In healing juices, condescends to mount Anxiety abates; but passion grows.

Herself the sacred axle, and her state Then recollecting his intrepid strides

Displays in Chalcis worshipping her wheels. Through fiery surge, devouring, as he passid, The archon waits respectful on her steps, His hair majestic, wreathing round his limbs When she salutes th’ Athenian, still recluse In torment, which none else to save her life From public view, though nigh restord. He bends Would face, or could endure, unguarded thought The knee before her. Him with stately grace In murm'ring transport issues from her lips. She raises, then addresses : “Glad I see To boundless obligation can I show

Thy convalescence; to impart my help Less, than unbounded gratitude-Base tongue, Became a duty. So Diana willid, Dar'st thou the name of gratitude profane, By me consulted in ber solemn grove Which is a virtue-Oh! thou impious flame Mysterious ; where an impulse warn d my soul, Within my breast, not gratitude hath blown, That none, but thou, can set Euboen free, Thee from a spark to so intense a heat.

Protect the temples, and her tyrant quell.” Deprav'd Acanthè, vagabond impure

He kiss'd her sacred vestment, and replied : Of night, from honour and its laws estrang'd, “ I now perceive bow pow’rful are thy pray’rs. A robber's. criminal desire of spoil

To them, so favour'd by the gods, I owe Thou feel'st, a rage of sacrilege to force

My preservation, which, O learn'd and wise, The sanctuary of Hymen, and that fire,

Forestalls thy skill! Ah! since thy face hath deignd Which law, religion, men, and gods protect, To cheer this city, by a long abode Quench on his altar by the hand of vice.”

Complete the blessing. As to ancient Troy She could no more. A parting cloud reveal'd Was that Palladian image sent from Heav'n, The Moon. Before the silver light she dropp'd Be thou to Chalcis. At thy presence known On her bare knee, enfeebled by the cold;

Pale Demonax will shrink. But first apply There fix'd and freezing, from that awful pow'r Thy lenient succour to my friend's distress, Of chastity she seem'd invoking help;

Whose daughter pines in sickness, and deserves When, newly-waken’d by her piercing moan, Thy full regard, most holy and benign." With smarting limbs Themistocles had left

To sad Acanthè's couch the archon leads His pillow ; keener his internal pang,

Eudora. Soon from Oreus tidings stern To see an image of despair, the work

Awake the native terrours in his heart; Of his fallacious art. On his approach,

In haste he greets Themistocles: “O guest ! At once the worn remains of spirit fled

Fierce Demonax assembles all his force, From her cold bosom, heaving now no more. But first will try an embassy; expect The twilight glimmers on the rear of night; Within three days the tyrant's fell demands, His painful arms uplift her from the floor, Which, not accepted, bring th' avenging waste And to 'her couch with decency of care

Of his redoubled fury on our heads.' Commit her lifeless charms. To sense restor'd, “ Is be so poor in counsellors ?" began Just as the Morn's exploring eye unclos'd, Th’ Athenian, calm. “ Amid disabling storms Acanthè, faint and speechless, by a sign

In this rough season will th' insensate brute Forbids his presence; cautions he retires.

Drag to the field his Asiatic host ? Now she indulg'd her agonies of shame

He thinks me dead; remember thou, my friend, And self-reproach. With horrid visions teem'd Themistocles is living, nor conceive Her agitated brain; black-rob’d Despair

The rash, disturb’d, and self-tormenting breast Stalk'd round her curtains, in his double grasp

Of such" a tyrant, whom the Furies haunt, A bloody poniard, and empoison'd bowl,

Hath fortitude and conduct to withstand To her sad choice upholding; but ere long

Themistocles in arms." Not half-reviv'd That thirsty, parching malady, which boils Subjoins the archon: “ Thou, alas ! may'st want The putrid blood, and ravages like fire, [saw The brave auxiliars promis'd to thy arins ; Invades her frame. Whole days, whole nights she To thee alike unfriendly are the storms A tender sire beside her pillow mourn,

Which lock our barbours; not a bark can sail; Her beauties wasting hourly in his view.

Illustrious Medon dares not plough the surge To gentler forms delirium then would change; From Atalanté; nor on Attic shores The Moon, so lately to her aid invok'd,

Of our distress can Aristides hear.” She saw, descending from her lucid sphere,

“ True," answers firm Themistocles, though Assume her shape of goddess, who inspir'd

stung, A soothing thought to seek for health and peace “ Nor shall we want him. Is not Cleon here, At her propitious oracle, not rob

Nearchus, Lampon, sharers of success So kind a father of his only joy.

In my preceding conflicts ? Of no price Meantime the tidings vague of Chalcis burn'd, Is staid Eudemus, Hyacinthus brave? And great Themistocles destroy'd, had Fame Is not Eudora present, sacred dame, Proclaim'd aloud through each Eubean town, Who will her face majestical unveil Save where Sicinus, passing to his port

Among confederated ranks to bless Of ernbarkation, spreads a milder tale,

The Eleutherian banner, and inspire
Alarming still. Eretria scarce confines

Your populace with all religion's flame?
Tisander's falt'ring age; but Cleon thence, Yon despicable embassy prepare
From Styra, Lampon hastes ; Gereæstus sends To answer nobly, or let me be heard.
Eudemus; Hyacinthus feels no more

Now to this chamber summon all my friends." His own distress, and rapid, as the bird

Timoxenus conven'd them. Swift the chief Of Jupiter through Heav'n's aërial way,

Dispatch'd them ardent to their native states,

Thence their collected citizens in arms,

The land, the chief disposes here; whose crews The guardians of Chalcidic walls, to lead.

Were menials, train'd to missile weapons light. Three days elaps'd: the embassy arriv'd. Full opposite, and cross the plain, he mark d Amid the senate, on his chair of state,

A quarry, parent of the domnes and tow'rs, The archon sat. Th' Atheniau's sure support Exalting Chalcis o'er Eubaan towns. Behind is planted. Ferce in tone and look The subterranean passages by all Th’Orean heraid represents his lord :

Inscrutable, but lab’ring hinds, who cleave “ Ye men of Chalcis, Demonax requires

Earth's marble womb, he garrisons with bauis That you acknowledge Xerxes; that your gates From that rongh breed, supported by a force A Persian garrison adinit.

Be wise ;

Of heavy-mail'd Chalcideans, left in charge Refusal draws perdition on your heads."

To bold Nearchus. So the watchful bees Timoxenus turns pale; his falt’ring lips

Within their hive lie dangerous on guard Make no reply. Th'indignant senate mourn Against invasion of their precious stores, Their state dishonour'd by a timid chief,

Their industry and state. By morn the care When timely steps Themistocles in sight,

Of active scouts proclaims the adverse bost Whose name is murmur'd through th' applauding Not far, though yet unseen. The trumpet sounds court.

To fight; Eudora mounts her car, and wields As at the aspect of a single cloud,

The arms of Dian. Through the spacious streets, Known by the trembling seaman to contain Where under ensigns of their sev'ral states Destructive blasts, the sail he swiftly furls

The warriors blaze in steel, from band to band With anxious wish for shelter in the lee

She, by her prompter well-instructed, tow'rs Of some still shore; the herald thus relax'd Like new-born Pallas from the head of Jove. His alter'd features. Arrogance abash'd

Her voice exhorts, her sentiments inspire, Foreboded ruin from that mighty arm,

Her majesty commands them; all are fir'd, In vigour brac'd by unexpected health.

All, but Timoxenus. With armed files
In act to speak, the hero stretch'd his hand. In safe reserve, though destin'd to remain
To fear and impotent distress he seem'd

Behind the walls, he dreads th' important day. Extending refuge like a poplar tall,

His gen'rous daughter, whose distemper'd mind Whose grateful branches cool the green descent Eudora's converse had begun to calm, To some pellucid fountain, where his course Not so debas'd her thoughts; her country's cause Th'o'erweary'd passenger suspends to slake She felt; heroic talents she admir'd; His eager thirst bencath such friendly shade. Him, who possess'd them all, her heart recallid, Bent to provoke the tyrant, and unislead

Though with abated passion. All his tale His rashness, thus Themistocles --his look

Of Salamis, the stratagem deriv'd Transpiere'd the humbled herald while he spake: From conjugal affection, from the sight

“ Begone, base Greek, from Chalcis. In her name Of forms belov'd to animate the brave, Defiance bear to Demonax, whose head

Recurr'd; she summon'd to her languid bed Shall on the gate of Oreus be aflix'd ;

The most distinguish'd matrons, them besought Tbine to some traflicker in slaves be sold.”

To mount the walls, and overlook the fight, To Oreus back th' astonish'd herald flies,

In all its terrours. “ Imitate," she said, On whose report his impious lord incens'd

“ The Attic dames, that Chalcis may partake Blasphemes the gods. The l'uries he invokes, Of Attic glory." They approving went. To them, a human sacrifice, devotes

O mortais, born to err, when most you sinart His first Chalcidian captives. From his host With self-reproach on guilty passion's wound, Two chosen myriads on the plain he pours. Attempt one act of virtue; then your breasts Brave Mindarus, by duty to his king

Will, like Acanthè's now, enjoy a calm. Compell'd to service which bis sword abhors, In supplication thus her wonder breaks: Ariobarzanes, second in command,

“ Ye lights, who, shining on my darkness, dign Barbarian homicide, whose joy is blood,

To lift the veil of errour from my eyes, The sev'n Geræstians sworn to deeds of Hell, Protecting pow'rs, accept Acanthe's pray'r With Lamachas, of foul mishapen frame,

For this her native city, for a sire Attend the tyrant, spreading tu rude storins Too kind, for great Themistocles, who draws His banner fell. So Satan from the north

The sword of justice-Now with purer lips Of Heav'o, his region once, with Muluc grim, I sound his naine-And, O illustrious daine! Beelzebub anı Nisroc, led the host

Of all Athenian excellence the flow'r, Of impious angels, all the destin'd prey

Bless'd in a hero's love, the precious gift Of Tartarus. Meanwhile th' Athenian sat

Of hymcheal Juno, couldst thou know Serene in Chalcis; his auxiliar bands

What I have suffer'd by an evious fame, Successively arriv’d. 'Eretria seut

What still I sutier, while remorse awakes Twelve hundred spears; Carystus doubled those; A thought of thee, thy gen'rvus soul would melt , Beneath her standard Amarynthus ráng 'd

In pity, ev'n forgiveness, when I vow
Eudora's vassals ; Styra cas'd in steel

To ev'ry chaste divinity invok'd,
Five hundred warriors tried; seven hundred more That I will see Themistocles no more."
Geræstus; Chalcis from her lons supplied

This victory accomplish'd, renders back
Four thousand youths, Nearchns was their chief. Her virtue late a captive, which recalls

Th’Athenian's care had trac'd the region round. Aflections pure, and sanctity of mind, A level champaigu tow'rds septentrion skies Still thoughts, and hope, restorative of peace. Extends ; its western border is the friti,

But on a diff'rent victory intent Whose shore is bold, and press'd by waters deep. Themistocles within (halcidic walls A line of anchor'd vessels, which o'erluuk

Contams his ready host; nur means to thiruw

The portals open, nor display the face

Their mother's flying fingers in delight Of battle, till the enemies in sight

Attentive. But their tutor once in view, Yield full advantage in his choice of time.

From absence long regretted, light with joy So in his deep concealment of green reeds

To him they bound. Sicinus melts in tears On Ganges' margin, or the flaggy strand

Of soft affection. They around him lift Of Niger's flood, froin Ethiopia rollid,

Their gratulating voices, on his neck The alligator vigilant maintains

Cling, and conteud for kisses from those lips His fraudful ambush, that unwary steps

Approv'd in kindness; as a flutt'ring brood
May bring the prey to his voracious jaws.

With chirping fondness, Nature's sweetest note,
Enclose their feather'd parent, who attunes
Her tender pipe, and spreads endearing plumes.

“ Sicinus," cries Timothea, “thou dost bring BOOK XVII.

Auspicious tidings? from my hero I

Expect no less. Unaided by the state, Sicists, long by unpropitious winds

A private man, like Hercules he went, Lock'd in Geræstus, to their fickle breath,

In his own pow'rs confiding, and secure. Half-adverse still, impatient spread the sail. Sit down, thou witness of my husband's worth, Six revolutions of the Sun he spent

Thyself a proof of his discerning choice To gain Phaleron. To his lord's abode

In thee, good man, by me and mine rever'd, He swiftly pass’d, when chance his wond'ring eyes Discreet and faithful.”—“No," Sicinus spake, On Aristides fix'd. An open space

“ Thou art that proof, most faithful, most discreet, Reveal'd the hero, issuing sage commands. Most excellent of women.”—“Come,” she said, Th’ omnipotent artificer of worlds

“ Suppress my praises; let me bear of none From chaos seem'd with delegated pow'r

But his; and copious let thy story flow.” To have entrusted that selected man.

Glad through his whole heroic theme the sage, From ashes, lo! a city new ascends,

By time to Attic eloquence inur’d, One winter's indefatigable toil

Expatiates large; where loftiness of plan Of citizens, whose spirit, unsubdu’d,

Sustain'd by counsel, with exhaustless art Subdues calamity. Each visage wears

Pursu'd, now brought to valour's final proof, A cheerful hue, yet solemn. Through the streets

Must end in sure success. His lord's commands Successive numbers from adjacent fields

Observing strict, Acanthè's precious worth, Drive odorif'rous loads of plants and flow’rs, In talents, form, and manners, he describes; Which please the manes. Amaranth and rose,

How she the aid of Chalcis had procurd,
Fresh parsley, myrtle, and whate'er the Sun, Her favour how Themistocles had won.
Now not remote from Aries in his course,

“ If he pursue to victory his plan,”
Callid from the quick and vegetating womb Timothea said, “and borrow from her hand
Of Nature green or florid, from their seats The means of glory, and the gen'ral good,
Of growth are borne for pious hands to weave Tell him, that I can imitate with joy
In fun'ral chaplets. From the Grecian states, Andromachè, who foster'd on her breast
To honour Athens, their deputed chiefs,

Her Hector's offspring by a stoln embrace.” Cleander foremost, throng the public place;

“ Not such thy lot, sole mistress of a form Whence Aristides with advancing speed

Match'd by perfection of the mind alone,” Salutes Sicinus: “ Welcome is thy face,

Sicinus cheerful answer'd, “I attest Good map,

thou know'st; from Athens long estrang'd, To this my firm belief th’all-ruling sire, Now doubly welcome. In thy looks I read Let Horomazes be his name, or Jove." [smile, Important news.” Retiring from the crowd,

“ Thou giv'st me transport-Thou hast leave to Swift in discourse, but full, Sicinus ran

My good Sicinus,” she replies—" But Heav'n Through all the series of his lord's exploits, I too attest, that transport I conceive Which drew this qnestion : “Has thy patron ought | Less for my own, than fair Acanthè's sake. To ask of Aristides?" Silent bow'd

So amiably endow'd, so clear in fame, Sicinus. Smiling then, the chief pursu'd:

Her purity resigning, she, alas ! “ Do thou attend the ceremonial pomp

Had prov'd the only suff'rer. Woman fall’n, Of obsequies to morrow; when the slain

The more illustrious once, the more disgrac'd, At Salamis receive their just reward

Ne'er can resume her lustre. Laurels hide From us, survivors by their glorious fall.

A hero's wanton lapse. The Greeks would bless I have detain'd thee from Timothea long,

The guile which serves them, but to endless shame The first entitled to thy grateful news.”

The gen'rous auth'ress of that service doom. Now to that matron, whom beyond himself Thou said'st, my husband from Cleander's sword He priz'd, Sicinus hastens. At her loom

Solicits help ; Cleander is my guest He finds her placid o'er a web, whose glow

With Ariphilia; ready in this port Of colours rivall’d Iris, where intent

His squadron lies; he plough'd the seas in quest She wove th' achievements of her lord. Her skill Of earliest action for the common cause. Had just portray'd Sandauce in the arms

Come, they are waiting for the night's repast." Of Artamanes, when her children's doom

She rose; Sicinus follow'd, and renew'd
Congeald her breast. Themistocles in look In Ariphilia's and Cleander's ear
Expresses all that subtlety humane,

The wondrous narrative, but cautious veils
Which cozen'd Superstition of her prey ;

Acanthe's love. Timothea's looks approv'd. His godlike figure dignifies the work.

He then concluded : “ Thus, to battle rous'd, Two boys, two lovely little maids, surround The force of half Eubea cas'd in steel Th' illustrious artist, while their eyes pursue Against the tyrant Demonax I left;

But in the chase of that devouring wolf

By unremitted show'rs from bows and slings On thee relies Themistocles for help,

On well-rang'd vessels. Lamachus commands Undaunted chief of Træezen.” He replies : The left. Nearchus from the quarry pours

“ Should I withhold it, by th' immortal gods, An ambush'd force, and breaks the hostile flank. The titles both of soldier and of friend

Compact of vet'rans, cullid from ev'ry state, Were mine no longer.” Ariphilia then,

That wedge of war, whose bristly front display'd Sweet as a vernal flow'r in early prime,

Athenian spears and Spartan mingling beams, A Grace in manner, Hebè in her form:

(Themistocles the leader) slow but sure “Say, gentle sage, of Delphi’s rev'rend priest, Bears down the centre. At a second breach Of Haliartus, and Oileus' son,

The line gives way to Cleon, at a third Kind guests of mine, no tidings dost thou bear?" To swift Carystians. Not a life is spard He answers : “ Them in Atalanté's isle

By wrong'd, incens'd Eretrians, not a life The turbulent Euripus yet confines;

By Hyacinthus, boiling with revenge They soori, fair matron, to thy lord and mine For his Cleora; while her cruel sire Will add their strength, and level from its base Exerts a desp'rate valour to revive The tyrant's hold.” Amid this converse sweet Hope in an army spiritless by toil, The warrior-poet Æschylus appears,

By sudden onset broken, at the name A grateful visitant to all. He spake:

And sight of thy Themistocles abash'd. “ Fair dame, admit me, introducing men The rout is gen’ral. In the bloody chase Who saw thy gallant consort yester morn

Five thousand slain the conquerors despoil. Erecting trophies; men themselves renown'd, Thy husband, prudent in success, preserves Oilean Medon, and Apollo's priest

Two thousand heads, all Persian, to redeem Long lost, wbom I, unknowing of their fate, Eretrian captives from the tyrant's bonds. Have clasp'd in transport, as Laertes' son,

He, thus defeated, not subdu'd, retir'd When he review'd his metamorphos'd friends To Oreus. Pow'rful remnants of his host In Circe's island to their pristine forms

He draws within her circuit; furnish'd well Uprising by her charms.” Timothea glad

From boundless treasure, threatens there to hold Salutes the ent'ring heroes, Medon known

A firm defence, till, summond by the spring, Before, Leonteus, Delphi's holy seer

Mardonius quit Thessalia, and einploy With Artemisia's brother, strangers all,

The whole confederated pow'r of Greece." But of deportment to command regard.

“ That threat Themistocles will render vain," Then spake the Locrian: “ First of matrons, Exults Timothea ; "he unfinish'd leaves hail!

No toil begun.” Again the Locrian chief: On Salaminian sands we parted last.

“Now my first duty is discharg'd; the next I have been long in Atalantè's isle

To Ariphilia from her guest is due.
Sequester'd; but, determind to attend

O soft in virtue, elegantly fair,
The fun'ral honours which the morning pays Cleander's favour'd paranymph retains
To brave Athenians slain, an hour serene

Thy hospitable kindness erer dear;
To cross the strait Euripus I embrac'd

Thine too, my gallant host, by Neptune bless'd For Chalcis. There thy consort fresh I found In his own priestess, and with brightest fame In gather'd palms from Demonax, o'erthrown On his own floods adorn'd.” The plcasing hours That day in battle. Hear the glorious tale, All spend in mutual gratulation sweet, Which from Themistocles himself I learn'd.

Till for the morn's solemnity they part. He, well-inform'd, the chiefs in either host

Below th' Ægalean mountain, where the king Distinctly told, their history, their names,

Of humbled Asia on his golden throne
Their birth, and deeds, on Hyacinthus most, Was seated late, spectator of his shame
As most esteem'd, enlarg’d. That hapless youth At Salamis, a level space extends
Was husband to Cleora; daughter she

To Neptune's border. Green Psittalia there Of Demonax was poison'd by her sire.

Full opposite exhibits, high and large, Survey this tablet, which before my sight

A new erected trophy. Twenty masts Thy hero took, with readiness of skill

Appear, the tallest of Phænician pines, Delineating the fight. * Show this,' he said, In circular position. Round their base To my 'Timothea, friendly thou explain.

Are massive anchors, rudders, yards, and oars, This part is Chalcis, this a champaign wide; Irregularly pild, with beaks of brass, Here Hows the sea, there winds a quarry dark.' And naval sculpture from barbarian sterns, “ Conceive a river by impetuous floods

Stupendous by confusion. Crested helms C'erswol'n, and spread irregular, and wild, Above, bright mail, habergeons scal'd in gold, Beyond its bounds; tumultuous thus the foes Aud figur'd shields along the spiry wood At first appear’d. Expecting to surprise,

Up to th' aërial heads in order wind, Themselves surpris'd at unexpected bands, Treinendous emblems of gigantic Mars. Through open'd portals issuing to the plain, Spears, bristling through the intervals, upreas Are forc'd, dishearten'd by a toilsome march, Their points obliquely; gilded staves project To range their numbers for immediate fight. Embroider'd colours; darts and arrows hang The wary son of Neocles suspends

In glittring clusters. On the topmost height Th’ attack, till bursting drifts of southern clouds Th' imperial standard broad, from Asia won, Bent on the faces of his harass'd foes

Biaz'd in the Sun, and floated in the wind. A storm of blinding sleet; then rushes down Of smooth Pentelic marble on the beach, In three deep columns. Of th' Orean line Where flow'd the brine of Salamis, a tomb The right, which Mindarus conducting wheels Insculptur'd rose. Achievements of that day Along the sea's flat margin, sore is galld

When Asia's navy fell, in swelling forms

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Fill'd on three sides the monument. The fourth, His patriot bones expos'd to bleaching winds
Unfinish’d, open'd to th' interior grave.

By that barbarian, Xerxes. Tyrants fell,
Now, through Minerva's populace, who kept Obtuse of mind, illiberal, the brutes
Religious silence, first white-vested maids,

Of human pature, can devise and act Who from the strand of Salamis had seen

Barbarities like these. But such a foe The patriots slain, their sepulchre approach Leagues Heav'n against him. Nemesis will join With wreaths and garlands; then of chosen youths With Grecian Mars, and all her furies plant A troop, whose valour had the fight surviv'd. His foot on Asia's boundaries, to shake The younger matrons, husbands ripe in age, An impious tyrant on his native throne. Nor less in fame, succeed. Of either sex

Then of the patriot dead, whose sworus prepard The elders follow. Kindred of the dead

Your way to glory, and achiev'd their own, Come next, their wives, their children. Urus, which This recent tomb, when dressid in eastern spoils, The sacred ashes, are in open cars [hold | Will best delight their manes, and proclaim Discover’d. One close chariot is reservd

To gods and men your gratitude and arms. For them, whose boulies fate from search conceal'd. He paus'd. Ægalcos echo'd to the sound Last Aristides, in his civil robe,

Of acclamation ; Salamis reply'd. Attracts the gazing multitude; his wheels,

But as the Sun, when casual clouds before Myronides, Xanthippus, Cimon great,

His intercepted light have pass'd away,
Aminias, Æschylus, and ev'ry chief

Renews his splendour, so the righteous man
For proxess known attend. Around the tomb In eloquence and counsel thus again
Are plac'd the children; roses in the bud

Breaks forth : “Xanthippus, in the gales of spring,
Entwipe their brows; their little grasp upholds To brave the coast barbaric you decree;
Green sprigs of myrtle; well instructed, all While, on Bæotia's plains, your phalanx meets
Refrain from weeping o'er paternal dust,

Mardonian ranks. Now hear of wondrous acts Deposited by glory in the grave.

To you unknown, unpromis'd, just perform'd A high tribunal Aristides mounts;

By an Athenian. Winter hath not slept Near hiin, on ev'ry side, are seats assign'd Inactive ; your Themistocles hath rous'd To strangers held in honour. Medon there, That sluggish season by the clang of war; Leonteus, Tiinon, and the brother known

A force creating by his matchless art, Of Caria's queen, Cleander, numbers more He hath o'erthrown fierce Demonax, and coop'd From states ennobled in their names are seen. Within his fort. Delib'rate swift, my friends, The godlike man uprises ; on the tomb

How to assist your hero: Justice calls His eyes he fixes first; their lustre mild

On ev'ry tongue ingenuous so to style He then diffuses o'er th' assembly vast,

Themistocles; who wants but slender help. Where not a tongue is heard, nor gesture seen. Your skill, Athenians, in surmounting walls So through unclouded skies the argent lamp Excels in Greece. Select experienc'd bands; Of Dian visits with her light benign

An instantaneous effort may o'crwhelm A surface broad of water, where no breeze

Beneath the ruins of his last retreat Excites a swell, nor sighs among the reeds. Eubea's scourge, whose prevalence might shut

“ Your fathers, wise and lib’ral," he began, That granary of Athens, and transfer “ Appointed public obsequies to all

To Asia's num'rous camp your needful stores." Who die in battle for the public good,

All in applauding admiration hear
Ye men of Athens. Not a groan, or tear

Disinterested virtue, which exalts
Must violate their ashes. These have gain'd A rival's merit. But thy gen'rous breast,
What all should envy; these, by virtuous death, To all snperior in sensation, high,
The height of human excellence have reach'd, Divine Timothea, entertains a warmth
Have found the surest path to endless joy

Of grateful rapture in thy lord's behalf,
With demigods and heroes in those fields,

Which shines confess'd. Sicinus, at her side, Which tyrants ne'er can enter to molest

Condemns his lord, who nothing would request The blissful region; but are far remov'd

Of Aristides; him, who grants unask'd, To realms of horrour, and from righteous Jove His soul adores. Aminias, rising, spake; Endure the pains they merit from mankind. A fearless warrior, brother to the bard, There, if retaining, as they surely must,

Like him sincere, less polish'd, learu'd and wise, The memory of things belov'd on Earth,

By right intention more than conduct sway'd : It will enhance their happiness to know

“ Who can for all deliberate so well, Their offspring cherish'd, and their wives rever'd As Aristides singly? Let us fight; By grateful Athens, whom their glorious fall But with sole pow'r of counsel and command, Exalts, whose daughters they preserv'd from shame, Throughout this war's duration, by a law Whose sons from bonds. This bliss benignant Jove, Invest him uncontrollable.” Up starts Who loves the patriot, never can withhold The interrupting patriot, nor permits From them, who little would deserve that name, The people's confidence in him to grow Unless those sweetest charities they feel,

In wild excess : “Ne'er yet th' almighty Sire Paternal cares, and conjugal esteem,

Created man of purity to hold The props of public and domestic weal.

A trust like this. Athenians, mark my words; Them to defend, Athenians, to maintain

I am your legal military chief; luviolate your altars, tombs, and laws,

If your immediate safety should require
Let contemplation of the present rites

An use of pow'r, unwarranted by laws,
Give principle new strength. Behold a foc, I will exert it, not accept as law;
Who hath profan'd your ancestors in dust. The censure or acquittal of my act
Lo! op a cross Leonidas affix’d,

With you shall rest. At present I advise,

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