VIRGIL. THE UNDERWORLD. (From the "Æneid.”) FACING the porch itself, in the jaws of the gate of the dead, Thick with gloom, an enormous elm in the midst of the way Spreads its time-worn branches and limbs: false Dreams, we are told, Make their abode thereunder, and nestle to every spray. Clasping his sword, Æneas in sudden panic of fear Points its blade at the legion; and had not the Heaven-taught seer Here is the path to the river of Acheron, ever by mud Charon, grisly and rugged; a growth of centur Down to the bank of the river the str Generous heroes, boys that eard! befo s eyes. e ties; 1, Voices they heard, and an infinite wailing, as onward they bore, Whom, at a mother's bosom, and strangers to life's sweet breath, Hating the glorious sunlight. Alas! how willingly they Now would endure keen want, hard toil, in the regions of day! Fate forbids it; the loveless lake with its waters of woe Holds them, and nine times round them entwined, Styx bars them below. THE VISION OF THE FUTURE. (From the "Æneid.") [Æneas meets in the Elysian Fields his father, Anchises, who shows him their most illustrious descendants.] TURNING his eyes, Æneas sees broad battlements placed Silent the hero stands, and in terror rivets his eyes. Taught me of Heaven's great torments, and all their terror dis played. Here reigns dread Rhadamanthus, a king no mercy that knows, |