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Large Amenane, impure with yellow sands,
Runs rapid often, and as often stands,
And here he threats the drunken fields to drown;
And there his dugs deny to give their liquor down.
"Anigros once did wholsome draughts afford,
But now his deadly waters are abhorr'd:
Since, hurt by Hercules, as fame resounds,
The Centaurs in his current wash'd their wounds.
The streams of Hypanis are sweet no more,
But brackish lose the taste they had before.
Antissa, Pharos, Tyre, in seas were pent,
Once isles, but now increase the continent;
While the Leucadian coast, main land before,
By rushing seas is sever'd from the shore.
So Zancle to th' Italian earth was ty'd,
And men once walk'd, where ships at anchor ride;
Till Neptune overlook'd the narrow way,
And in disdain pour'd in the conqu'ring sea.

"Two cities that adorn'd th' Achaian ground,
Buris, and Helice, no more are found,
But whelm'd beneath a lake, are 'sunk and drown'd;
And boatsmen through the crystal water show,
To wond'ring passengers, the walls below.

""Near Trozen stands a hill, expos'd in air
To winter-winds, of leafy shadows bare:
This once was level ground: but (strange to tell)
The included vapours, that in caverns dwell,
Lab'ring with colic pangs, and close confin'd,
In vain sought issue for the rumbling wind:
Yet still they heav'd for vent, and heaving still
Inlarg'd the concave, and shot up the hill;
As breath extends a bladder, or the skins

Of goats are blown t' enclose the hoarded wines:
The mountain yet retains a mountain's face,
And gather'd rubbish heals the hollow space.
Of many wonders, which 1 heard, or knew,
Retrenching most, I will relate but few:
What, are not springs with qualities oppos'd
Endu'd at seasons, and at seasons lost?
Thrice in a day thine, Ammon, change their form,
Cold at high noon, at morn and evening warm:
Thine, Athaman, will kindle wood, if thrown
On the pil'd earth, and in the waning Moon.
The Thracians have a stream, if any try
The taste, his harden'd bowels petrify:
Whate'er it touches, it converts to stones,
And makes a marble pavement, where it runs.
"Crathis, and Sybaris her sister flood,
That slide through our Calabrian neighbour wood,
With gold, and amber dye the shining hair;
And thither youth resort: (for who would not be
fair?)

"But stranger virtues yet in streams we find,
Some change not only bodies, but the mind:
Who has not heard of Salmacis obscene,
Whose waters into women soften men?
Or Æthiopian lakes, which turn the brain
To madness, or in heavy sleep constrain?
Clytorian streams the love of wine expel,
(Such is the virtue of th' abstemious well,)
Whether the colder nymph that rules the flood
Extinguishes, and balks the drunken god;
Or that Melampus (so have some assur'd)
When the mad Preetides with charms he cur'd,
And powerful herbs, both charms and simples cast
Into the sober spring, where still their virtues last.
"Unlike effects Lyncestis will produce;
Who drinks his waters, though with mod'rate use,
Reels as with wine, and sees with double sight;
His heels too heavy, and his head too light.

Ladon, once Pheneos, an Arcadian stream,
(Ambiguous in th' effects, as in the name)
By day is wholesome bev'rage, but is thought
By night infected, and a deadly draught.

"Thus running rivers, and the standing lake,
Now of these virtues, now of those partake:
Time was (and all things time and fate obey)
When fast Ortygia floated on the sea;
Such were Cyanean isles, when Typhis steer'd
Betwixt their straits, and their collision fear'd;
They swam, where now they sit; and firmly join'd
Secure of rooting up, resist the wind.
Nor Ætna vomiting sulphureous fire
Will ever belch; for sulphur will expire,
(The veins exhausted of the liquid store:)
Time was, she cast no flames, in time will cast no

more.

"For whether Earth's an animal, and air
Imbibes, her lungs with coolness to repair,
And what she sucks remits; she still requires
Inlets for air, and outlets for her fires;
When tortur'd with convulsive fits she shakes,
That motion chokes the vent, till other vent she
makes:

Or when the winds in hollow caves are clos'd,
And subtle spirits find that way oppos'd,
They toss up flints in air; the flints that hide
The seeds of fire, thus toss'd in air, collide,
Kindling the sulphur, till the fuel spent,
The cave is cool'd, and the fierce winds relent.
"Or whether sulphur, catching fire, feeds on
Its unctuous parts, till all the matter gone
The flames no more ascend; for earth supplies
The fat that feeds them; and when earth denies
That food, by length of time consum'd, the fire
Famish'd for want of fuel must expire.

"A race of men there are, as fame has told,
Who shiv'ring suffer hyperborean cold,
Till nine times bathing in Minerva's lake,
Soft feathers, to defend their naked sides, they

take.

'Tis said, the Scythian wives (believe who will)
Transform themselves to birds by magic skill;
Smear'd over with an oil of wond'rous might,
That adds new pinions to their airy flight,

"But this by sure experiment we know,
That living creatures from corruption grow:
Hide in a hollow pit slaughter'd steer,
Bees from his putrid bowels will appear;
Who, like their parents, haunt the fields, and bring
Their honey harvest home, and hope another

spring.

The warlike steed is multiply'd, we find,
To wasps, and hornets of the warrior kind.
Cut from a crab his crooked claws, and hide
The rest in earth, a scorpion thence will glide,
And shoot his sting, his tail in circles toss'd
Refers the limbs his backward father lost :
And worms, that stretch on leaves their filmy loom,
Crawl from their bags, and butterflies become.
Ev'n slime begets the frog's loquacious race;
Short of their feet at first, in little space
With arms and legs endu'd, long leaps they take
Rais'd on their hinder part, and swim the lake,
And waves repel: for nature gives their kind,
To that intent, a length of legs behind.

"The cubs of bears a living lump appear,
When whelp'd, and no determin'd figure wear.
Their mother licks them into shape, and gives
As much of form, as she herself receives.

"The grubs from their sexangular abode Crawl out unfinish'd, like the maggot's brood: Trunks without limbs; till time at leisure brings The thighs they wanted, and their tardy wings.

"The bird who draws the car of Juno, vain Of her crown'd head, and of her starry train; And he that bears th' artillery of Jove,

The strong-pounc'd eagle, and the billing dove; And all the feather'd kind, who could suppose (But that from sight, the surest sense, he knows) They from th' included yolk, not ambient white, arose?

"There are, who think the marrow of a man, Which in the spine, while he was living, ran; When dead, the pith corrupted will become A snake, and hiss within the hollow tomb. "All these receive their birth from other things; But from himself the phenix only springs: Self-born, begotten by the parent flame

In which he burn'd, another and the same:
Who not by corn or herbs his life sustains,
But the sweet essence of amomum drains:
And watches the rich gums Arabia bears,
While yet in tender dew they drop their tears.
He, (his five centuries of life fulfill'd)
His nest on oaken boughs begins to build,
Or trembling tops of palm; and first he draws
The plan with his broad bill, and crooked claws,
Nature's artificers; on this the pile

Is form'd, and rises round, then with the spoil
Of cassia, cinnamon, and stems of nard,
(For softness strew'd beneath) his fun'ral bed is
rear'd:

Fun'ral and bridal both; and all around
The borders with corruptless myrrh are crown'd;
On this incumbent, till ethereal flame
First catches, then consumes the costly frame:
Consumes him too, as on the pile he lies;
He liv'd on odours, and in odours dies.

"An infant phenix from the former springs, His father's heir, and from his tender wings Shakes off his parent dust, his method he pursues, And the same lease of life on the same term re

news.

When grown to manhood he begins his reign,
And with stiff pinions can his flight sustain.
He lightens of its load the tree, that bore

His father's royal sepulchre before,
And his own cradle; this with pious care
Plac'd on his back, he cuts the buxom air,
Seeks the Sun's city, and his sacred church,
And decently lays down his burden in the porch.
"A wonder more amazing would we find?
Th' byæna shows it, of a double kind,
Varying the sexes in alternate years,
In one begets, and in another bears.
The thin cameleon fed with air, receives
The colour of the things, to which he cleaves.
"India when conquer'd, on the conqu'ring god
For planted vines the sharp-ey'd lynx bestow'd,
Whose urine, shed before it touches earth,
Congeals in air, and gives to gems their birth.
So coral soft, and white in ocean's bed,
Comes harden'd up in air, and glows with red.
"All changing species should my song recite,
Before I ceas'd, would change the day to night.
Nations and empires flourish and decay,
By turns command, and in their turns obey;
Time softens hardy people, time again
Hardens to war a soft unwarlike train.

Thus Troy for ten long years her foes withstood,
And daily bleeding bore the expense of blood:
Now for thick streets it shows an empty space,
Or only fill'd with tombs of her own perish'd race,
Herself becomes the sepulchre of what she was.
"Mycenè, Sparta, Thebes of mighty fame,
Are vanish'd out of substance into name.
And Dardan Rome, that just begins to rise
On Tiber's banks, in time shall mate the skies:
Widening her bounds, and working on her way;
Ev'n now she meditates imperial sway:
Yet this is change, but she by changing thrives,
Like moons new born, and in her cradle strives
To fill her infant horns; an hour shall come,
When the round world shall be contain❜d in Rome.
"For thus old saws foretel, and Helenus
Anchises' drooping son enliven❜d thus;
When Ilium now was in a sinking state,
And he was doubtful of his future fate:
'O goddess-born, with thy hard fortune strive,
Troy never can be lost, and thou alive.
Thy passage thou shalt free from fire, and sword,
And Troy in foreign lands shall be restor❜d.
In happier fields a rising town I see
Greater, than what e'er was, or is, or e'er shall be:
And Heav'n yet owes the world a race deriv'd from
thee.

Sages, and chiefs, of other lineage born,
The city shall extend, extended shall adorn:
But from lulus he must draw his breath,

By whom thy Rome shall rule the conquer'd Earth: Whom Heav'n will lend mankind on Earth to reign,

And late require the precious pledge again."
This Helenus to great Æneas told,
Which I retain, e'er since in other mould
My soul was cloth'd; and now rejoice to view i
My country walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew,
Rais'd by the fall, decreed by loss to gain;
Enslav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reiga.

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""Tis time my hard-mouth'd coursers to conApt to run riot, and transgress the goal: [trol, And therefore I conclude, whatever lies In earth, or flits in air, or fills the skies, All suffer change; and we that are of soul And body mix'd, are members of the whole. Then when our sires, or grandsires, shall forsake The forms of men, aud brutal figures take, Thus hous'd, securely let their spirits rest, Nor violate thy father in the beast, Thy friend, thy brother, any of thy kin; If none of these, yet there's a man within; O spare to make a Thyestaan meal, T'enclose his body, and his soul expel.

"Ill customs by degrees to habits rise, Ill habits soon become exalted vice: What more advance can mortals make in siu So near perfection, who with blood begin? Deaf to the calf, that lies beneath the knife, Looks up, and from her butcher begs her life: Deaf to the harmless kid, that ere he dies All methods to procure thy mercy tries, And imitates in vain thy children's cries. Where will he stop, who feeds with houshold bread, Then eats the poultry, which before he fed ? Let plough thy steers; that when they lose their breath, [death. To nature, not to thee, they may impute their Let goats for food their loaded udders lend, And sheep from winter-cold thy sides defend;

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But neither springes, nets, nor snares, employ,
And be no more ingenious to destroy.
Free as in air, let birds on earth remain,
Nor let insidious glue their wings constrain;
Nor op'ning houuds the trembling stag afright,
Nor purple feathers intercept his flight:
Nor hooks conceal'd in baits for fish prepare,
Nor lines to heave them twinkling up in air.
"Take not away the life you cannot give,
For all things have an equal right to live.
Kill noxious creatures, where 'tis sin to save;
This only just prerogative we have:
But nourish life with vegetable food,
And shun the sacrilegious taste of blood."'
These precepts by the Samian sage were taught,
Which god-like Numa to the Sabines brought,
And thence transferr'd to Rome, by gift his own:
A willing people, and an offer'd throne.
O happy monarch, sent by Heav'n to bless
A savage nation with soft arts of peace,
To teach religion, rapine to restrain,
Give laws to lust, and sacrifice ordain:
Himself a saint, a goddess was his bride,
And all the Muses o'er his acts preside.

THE STORY OF HIPPOLYTUS.

By Mr. Catcott.

I stood unmov'd. My father's cruel doom
Claim'd all my soul, nor fear could find a room.
Amaz'd awhile my trembling coursers stood,
With prick'd-up ears, contemplating the flood;
Then starting sudden from the dreadful view,
At once, like lightning, from the seas they flew,
And o'er the craggy rocks the rattling chariot drew.
In vain to stop the hot-mouth'd steeds I try'd,
And bending backward all my strength apply'd;
The frothy foam in driving flakes distains
The bits, and bridles, and bedews the reins.
But though, as yet untam'd they run, at length
Their heady rage had tir'd beneath my strength,
When in the spokes a stump intangling, tore
The shatter'd wheel, and from its axle bore.
The shock impetuous tost me from the seat,
Canght in the reins beneath my horses' feet.
My reeking guts dragg'd out alive, around
The jagged stump my trembling nerves were
wound,

Then stretch'd the well-knit limbs, in pieces hal'd,
Part stuck behind, and part the chariot trail'd;
Till, midst my crackling joints, and breaking bones,
I breath'd away my weary'd soul in groans.
No part distinguish'd from the rest was found,
But all my parts an universal wound.
"Now say, self-tortur'd nymph, can you com-
Our griefs as equal, or in justice dare?

I saw besides the darksome realms of woe,

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ADVANC'D in years he dy'd; one common date And bath'd my wounds in smoking streams below.

His reign concluded, and his mortal state.
Their tears plebeians and patricians shed,
And pious matrons wept their monarch dead.
His mournful wife, her sorrows to bewail,
Withdrew from Rome, and sought th' Arician
vale.

Hid in thick woods, she made incessant moans,
Disturbing Cynthia's sacred rites with groans.
How oft the nymphs, who rul'd the wood and lake,
Reprov'd her tears, and words of comfort spake!
How oft in vain the son of Theseus said,
"Thy stormy sorrows be with patience laid;
Nor are thy fortunes to be wept alone,
Weigh others' woes, and learn to bear thine own.
Be mine an instance to assuage thy grief:
Would mine were none!-yet mine may bring
relief.

"You've heard, perhaps, in conversation told,
What once befel Hippolytus of old;
To death by Theseus' easy faith betray'd,
And caught in snares his wicked step-dame laid.
The wond'rous tale your credit scarce may claim,
Yet (strange to say) in me behold the same,
Whom lustful Phædra oft had press'd in vain,
With impious joys my father's bed to stain;
Till seiz'd with fear, or by revenge inspir'd,
She charg❜d on me the crimes herself desir'd,
Expell'd by Theseus, from his home I fled
With heaps of curses on my guiltless head.
Forlorn, i sought Pitthean Trazen's land,
And drove my chariot o'er Corinthus' strand;
When from the surface of the level main
A billow rising, heav'd above the plain;
Rolling, and gath'ring, till so high it swell'd,

A mountain's height th' enormous mass excell'd;
Then bellowing, burst; when from the summit
cleav'd,

A horned bull his ample chest upheav'd.
His mouth, and nostrils, storms of briny rain
Expiring, blew. Dread horrour seiz'd my train.

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There I had stay'd, nor second life enjoy'd,
But Pæan's son his wond'rous art employ'd.
To light restor'd, by medicinal skill,
In spite of fate, and rigid Pluto's will,
Th' invidious object to preserve from view,
A misty cloud around me Cynthia threw :
And lest my sight should stir my foes to rage,
She stamp'd my visage with the marks of age.
My former hue was chang'd, and for it shown
A set of features, and a face unknown.
Awhile the goddess stood in doubt, or Crete,
Or Delos' isle, to choose for my retreat,
Delos, and Crete refus'd, this wood she chose,
Bad me my former luckless name depose,
Which kept alive the mem'ry of my woes:
Then said, Immortal life be thine; and thou,
Hippolytus once call'd, be Virbius now.'
Here then a god, but of th' inferior race,
1 serve my goddess, and attend her chase."

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EGERIA TRANSFORMED TO A FOUNTAIN.
BUT others' woes were useless to appease
Egeria's grief, or set her mind at ease.
Beneath the hill, all comfortless she laid,
The dropping tears her eyes incessant shed,
Till pitying Phoebe cas'd her pious woe,
Thaw'd to a spring, whose streams for ever flow,

The nymphs, and Virbius, like amazement fill'd
As seiz'd the swains, who Tyrrhene furrows till'd;
When heaving up, a clod was seen to roll,
Untouch'd, self-mov'd, and big with human soul,
The spreading mass in former shape depos'd,
Began to shoot, and arins and legs disclos'd,
Till form'd a perfect man, the living mould
Op'd its new mouth, and future truths foretold;
And Tages nam'd by natives of the place,
Taught arts prophetic to the Tuscan race.

Or such as once by Romulus was shown,
Who saw his lance with sprouting leaves o'er-
grown,

When fix'd in earth the point began to shoot, And growing downward turn'd a fibrous root; While spread aloft the branching arms display'd, O'er wond'ring crowds, an unexpected shade.

THE STORY OF CIPPUS.

By Sir Samuel Garth, M.D.

On as when Cippus in the current view'd The shooting horns that on his forehead stood, His temples first he feels, and with surprise His touch confirms th' assurance of his eyes. Straight to the skies his horned front he rears, And to the gods directs these pious pray'rs: "If this portent be prosp'rous, O decree To Rome th' event; if otherwise, to me." An altar then of turf he hastes to raise, Rich gums in fragrant exhalations blaze; The panting entrails crackle as they fry, And boding fumes pronounce a mystery. Soon as the augur saw the holy fire, And victims with presaging signs expire, To Cippus then he turns his eyes with speed, And views the horny honours of his head: Then cry'd," Hail conqueror! thy call obey, Those omens I behold presage thy sway.' Rome waits thy nod, unwilling to be free, And owns thy sov'reign pow'r as fate's decree." He said and Cippus, starting at th' event, Spoke in these words his pious discontent. "Far hence, ye gods, this execration send, And the great race of Romulus defend. Better that I in exile live abhorr'd, Than e'er the capitol should style me lord." This spoke, he hides with leaves his omen'd head, Then prays, the senate next convenes, and said: "If augurs can foresee, a wretch is come, Design'd by destiny the bane of Rome. Two horns (most strange to tell) his temples crown; If e'er he pass the walls and gain the town, Your laws are forfeit, that ill-fated hour; And liberty must yield to lawless pow'r. Your gates he might have enter'd; but this arm Seiz'd the usurper, and withheld the harm. Haste, find the monster out, and let him be Condemn'd to all the senate can decree; Or ty'd in chains, or into exile thrown; Or by the tyrant's death prevent your own."

The crowd such murmurs utter as they stand, As swelling surges breaking on the strand: Or as when gath'ring gales sweep o'er the grove, And their tall heads the bending cedars move. Each with confusion gaz'd, and then began To feel his fellows' brows, and find the man. Cippus then shakes his garland off, and cries, "The wretch you want, I offer to your eyes." The anxious throng look'd down, and sad in thought,

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All wish'd they had not found the sign they sought:
In haste with laurel wreaths his head they bind;
Such honour to such virtue was assign'd.
Then thus the senate-"Hear, O Cippus, hear;
So god-like is thy tutelary care,
That since in Rome thyself forbids thy stay,
For thy abodes those acres we convey
The plough-share can surround, the labour of a
In deathless records thou shalt stand inroll'd,
And Rome's rich posts shall shine with horns of
gold."

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THE OCCASION OF ESCULAPIUS BEING BROUGHT

TO ROME.

By Mr. Welsted.

MELODIOUS maids of Pindus, who inspire
The flowing strains, and tune the vocal lyre;
Tradition's secrets are unlock'd to you,
Old tales revive, and ages past renew;
You, who can hidden causes best expound,
Say, whence the isle, which Tiber flows around,
Its altars with a heav'nly stranger grac'd,
And in our shrines the god of physic plac'd.

A wasting plague infected Latium's skies;
Pale, bloodless looks were seen, with ghastly eyes;
The dire disease's marks each visage wore,
And the pure blood was chang'd to putrid gore:
In vain were human remedies apply'd;
In vain the pow'r of healing herbs was try'd:
Weary'd with death, they seek celestial aid,
And visit Phoebus in his Delphic shade.
In the world's centre sacred Delphos stands,
And gives its oracles to distant lands:
Here they implore the god, with fervent vows,
His salutary pow'r to interpose,
And end a great afflicted city's woes.
The holy temple sudden tremours prov'd;
The laurel-grove and all its quivers mov'd;
In hollow sounds the priestess thus began,
And through each bosom thrilling horrours ran.
"Th' assistance, Roman, which you here implore,
Seek from another, and a nearer shore;
Relief must be implor'd, and succour won,
Not from Apollo, but Apollo's son ;
My son, to Latium born, shall bring redress:
Go with good omens, and expect success."

When these clear oracles the senate knew,
The sacred tripod's counsels they pursue,
Depute a pious and a chosen band,
Who sail to Epidaurus' neighbouring land.
Before the Grecian elders when they stood,
They pray them to bestow the healing god:
"Ordain'd was he to save Ausonia's state;
So promis'd Delphos, and unerring fate."

Opinions various their debates enlarge: Some plead to yield to Rome the sacred charge; Others, tenacious of their country's wealth, Refuse to grant the pow'r who guards its health.

While dubious they remain'd, the wasting light
Withdrew before the growing shades of night;
Thick darkness now obscur'd the dusky skies:
Now, Roman, clos'd in sleep were mortal eyes,
When health's auspicious god appears to thee,
And thy glad dreams his form celestial see:
In his left hand, a rural staff preferr'd,
His right is seen to stroke his decent beard.
"Dismiss," said he, with mildness all divine,
"Dismiss your fears; I come, and leave my shrine.
This serpent view, that with ambitious play
My staff encircles, mark him ev'ry way;
His form, though larger, nobler, I'll assume,
And chang'd, as gods should be, bring aid to
Rome."

Here fled the vision, and the vision's flight
Was follow'd by the cheerful dawn of light.
Now was the morn with blushing streaks o'er-
spread,

And all the starry fires of Heav'n were fled;
The chiefs perplex'd, and fill'd with doubtful care,
To their protector's sumptuous roofs repair,

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Each conscious breast devoutest ardour fill!
O beauteous! O divine! assist our cares,
And be propitious to thy vot'ries' prayers!"
All with consenting hearts, and pious fear,
The words repeat, the deity revere :
The Romans in their holy worship join'd,
With silent awe, and purity of mind:
Gracious to them, his crest is seen to nod,
And, as an earnest of his care, the god,
Thrice hissing, vibrates thrice his forked tongue.
And now the smooth descent he glides along:
Still on the ancient seats he bends his eyes,
In which his statue breathes, his altars rise;
His long-lov'd shrine with kind concern he leaves,
And to forsake th' accustom'd mansion grieves;
At length his sweeping bulk in state is borne
Through the throng'd streets, which scatter'd flow-
ers adorn;

Through many a fold he winds his mazy course,
And gains the port and moles, which break the

ocean's force.

'Twas here he made a stand, and having view'd The pious train, who his last steps pursu'd, Seem'd to dismiss their zeal with gracious eyes, While gleams of pleasure in his aspect rise.

And now the Latian vessel he ascends; Beneath the weighty god the vessel bends: The Latins on the strand great Jove appease, ' Their cables loose, and plough the yielding seas: The high-rear'd serpent from the stern displays His gorgeous form, and the blue deep surveys; The ship is wafted on with gentle gales, And o'er the calm Ionian smoothly sails; On the sixth morn th' Italian coast they gain, And touch Lacinia, grac'd with Juno's fane; Now fair Calabria to the sight is lost, And all the cities on her fruitful coast; They pass at length the rough Sicilian shore, The Brutian soil, rich with metallic ore, The famous isles where Æolus was king, And Pæstus blooming with eternal spring: Minerva's cape they leave, and Capreæ's isle, Campania, on whose hills the vineyards smile, The city which Alcides' spoils adorn, Naples, for soft delight and pleasure born; Fair Stabiæ, with Cumean Sibyls' seats, And Baia's tepid baths and green retreats; Linternum next they reach, where balmy gums Distil from mastic trees, and spread perfumes: Cajeta, from the nurse so nam'd for whom With pious care Aneas rais'd a tomb,

Vulturne, whose whirlpools suck the numerous sands,

And Trachas, and Minturne's marshy lands,
And Formia's coast is left, and Circe's plain,
Which yet remembers her enchanting reign;
To Antium, last, his course the pilot guides.

Here, while the anchor'd vessel safely rides,
(For now the ruffled deep portends a storm)
The spiry god unfolds his spheric form,
Through large indentings draws his lubric train,
And seeks the refuge of Apollo's fane;
The fane is situate on the yellow shore:
When the sea sinil'd, and the winds rag'd no more,
He leaves his father's hospitable lands,
And furrows, with his rattling scales, the sands
Along the coast; at length the ship regains,
And sails to Tibur, and Lavinium's plains.
Here mingling crowds to meet their patron came,
Ev'n the chaste guardians of the vestal flame,
From every part tumultuous they repair,
And joyful acclamations rend the air:
Along the flow'ry banks, on either side,
Where the tall ship floats on the swelling tide,
Dispos'd in decent order altars rise,
And crackling incense, as it mounts the skies,
The air with sweets refreshes; while the knife,
Warm with the victim's blood, lets out the stream-
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ing life.

The world's great mistress, Rome, receives him On the mast's top reclin'd he waves his brow, And from that height surveys the great abodes, And mansions, worthy of residing gods. The land, a narrow neck, itself extends, Round with his course the stream divided bends; The stream's two arms, on either side, are seen, Stretch'd out in equal length; the land between. The isle, so call'd, from hence derives its name; 'Twas here the salutary serpent came ; Nor sooner has he left the Latian pine, But he assumes again his form divine, And now no more the drooping city mourns, Joy is again restor'd, and health returns.

THE DEIFICATION OF JULIUS CÆSAR.
BUT Esculapius was a foreign pow'r:
In his own city Cæsar we adore:
Him arms and arts alike renown'd beheld,
In peace conspicuous, dreadful in the field;
His rapid conquests, and swift-finish'd wars,
The hero justly fix'd among the stars.
Yet is his progeny his greatest fame:
The son immortal makes the father's name.
The sea-girt Britons, by his courage tam'd,
For their high rocky cliffs, and fierceness fam'd;
His dreadful navies, which victorious rode
O'er Nile's affrighted waves and seven-sourc'd
flood;

Numidia, and the spacious realms regain'd,
Where Cinyphis or flows or Juba reign'd;
The powers of titled Mithridates broke,
And Pontus added to the Roman yoke;
Triumphal shows decreed, for conquests won,
For conquests, which the triumphs still out-shone;
These are great deeds; yet less, than to have giv'a
The world a lord, in whom, propitious Heav'n,
When you decreed the sov'reign rule to place,
You blest with lavish bounty human race.

Now lest so great a prince might seem to rise Of mortal stem, his sire must reach the skies;

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