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paved, houses repaired and beautified ?"-Away with such trifles! Shall I be paid with counters ? An old square new vamped up! a fountain ! an aqueduct ! Are thele acquisitions to brag of ? Caft your eye upon the magittate, under whose ministry you boalt these precious improvements. Behold the despicable creature, raised, all at once, from dirt to opulence ; from the loweft obfcurity to the l:ighest honours. Have not some of these upstarts built private houses and se?ts vying with the moit fumptuous of our public palaces: And how have their fortunes and their power increased, but as the commonwealth has been ruined and impoverished !

To what are we to impute there forders; and to what cause allign the decay of a slaic so powe-ul and flourishing in patt times ! -The reason is plain. The servant is now become the master. The magistrate was then subfervient to the people ; punistiments and rewards were properties of the people; ail honours, dignities, and preferments, were difpored by the voice and favour of the people: but the magiftrate, now, bas usurped the right of the people, and exercises an aibi. trary authority over his ancient and natural lord. You miferable people !(the meanwhile, without money, without friends) from being the ruler, are become the servant; from being the master, the dependant: happy that these governours, into whose hands you have thus resigned your own power, are so good and fo gracious as to continue your poor allowance to see plays.

Believe me, Athenians, if, recovering from this lethargy, you would assuine the ancient freedom and {pisit of your fathers ; if you would be your own soldiers and your own commanders, confiding no longer your affairs in foreign or mercenary hands; if you would charge yourselves with your own defence, employing a. broad, for the public, what you waste in unprofitable pleasures at home; the world might, once more, behold you making a figure worthy of Athenians." You would have us then (you lay) do service in our armies, in our own persons : and, for ļo doing, you would liave the pensions we receive in time of peace accepted as pay in time of wir. Is it thus we are to undersland you?" --Yes, Athenians, 'tis my plain meaning. I would make

it a standing rule, that no person, great or little, should be the better for the public money, who thould grudge to employ it for the public service. Are we in peace? the public is charged with your subsistence. Are we in war, or under a neceffity, as at this time, to enter into a war ? let your gratitude oblige you to accept, as pay, in defence of your benefactors, what you receive, in peace as mere bounty. Thus, without any

innova tion; without altering or abolishing any thing, but pernicious novelties, introduced for the encouragement of floth and idleness ; by converting only, for the future, the same funds, for the use of the serviceable, which are fpent, at present, upon the unprofitable ; you may be well served in your armies ; your troops regularly paid; justice duly administered; the public revenues reformed and increased ; and every member of the commonwealth, rendered useful to his country, according to his age and ability, without any further burden to the state.

This, O mey of Athens ! is what my duty prompted me to represent to you upon this occasion. --May the gods inspire you, to determine upon fuch measures, as may be most expedient, for the particular and general good of our country ! XII. Jupiter to the inferiour Deities, forbidding them to take any part in the Contention betwéck the Greeks and

Trojars.
AURORA, now, fair daughter of the dawrı,

Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn ;
When Jove conven'd the fenate of the ikies,
Where high Olympus' cloudy tops arise.
The fire of gods his awful filence broke :
The heav'ns, attentive, trembled as he spoke. -
“ Celestial states ! immortal gods -give ear:
Hear our decree; and rev'rence what ye hear:
The fix'd decree, which not all lieav'n can move :
Thou, Fate ! fulfil it ; and ye, Pow'rs ! approve.
What god shall enter yon forbidden field?
Who yields aflittance, or but wills to yield,
Back to the fkies, with shame, he shall be driv'n,
Gafh'd with dishonest wounds, the scorn of heav'n:
Or, from our facred hill with fury thrown,

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Deep in the dark Tartarean gulph fhall groan ;
With burning chains fix'd to the brazen floors,
And lock'd by hell's inexorable doors;
As far beneath th' infernal centre hurld,
As from that centre to th' ethereal world.
Let each, submissive, dread those dire abodes,
Nor tempt the vengeance of the God of gods.
League all your forces, then, ye pow'rs above :
Your strength unite, against the might of Jove.
Let down our golden everlasting chain,
Whose strong embrace holds heav'n, and earth, and maiii.
Strive, all, of mortal and immortal birth,
To drag by this the thund'rer down to earth.
Ye frive in vain. If I but stretch this hand,
I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land.
I fix the chain to great Olympus' height,
And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight.
For such I reign unbounded and above ;
And such are men, and gods, compar'd to Jove."
XIII. Æneas to Queen Dido, giving an account of the Sack

of Troy.
AL LL were attentive to the god-like man,

When, from his lofty couch, he thus began.
Great Queen! What you command ine to relate
“Renews the sad remembrance of our fate ;
An empire from its old foundations rent,
And every wo the Trojans underwent;
A populous city made a desert place ;
All that I saw, and part of which I was,
Not even the hardest of our foes could hear,
Nor stern Ulysses tell, without a tear.

'Twas now the dead of night, when fleep repairs
Our bodies worn with toils, our minds with cares,
When Hector's ghost before my sight appears:
Shrouded in blood he stood, and bath'd in tears,
Such as when by the fierce Pelides lain,
Theffalian courfers dragg'd him o'er the plain.
Swoln were his feet, as when the thongs were thrust
Through the pierc'd limbs : his body black with dult.

Unlike that Hector, who return'd from toils
Of war, triumphant in Facian spoils ;
Or him, who made the fainting Greeks retire,
Hurling amidst their feets the Phrygian fire.
His hair and beard were clotted stiff with gore ;
The ghastly wounds he for his country bore,
Now Itream'd afreth.
I wept to see the visionary man ;-
And, whilst my trance continu'd, thus began.

“O light of Trojans, and support of Troy,
Thy father's champion, and thy country's joy!
0, long expected by thy friends! From whence
Art thou so late return’d to our defence ?
Alas! what wounds are these ? what new disgrace
Deforms the manly honours of thy face ?”

The spectre, groaning from his inmott breast,
This warning, in these mournful words, express'd.

“ Hafte, goddess born! Efcape, by timely fliglit,
The flames and horrours of this fatal night.
Thy foes already have poffefs'd our wall;
Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall.
Enough is paid to Priam's royal name,
Enough to country, and to deathless fame.
If by a mortal arm my father's throne
Could have been sav'd--this arm the feat had done,
Troy now commends to thee her future state,
And gives her gods companions of thy fate ;
Under their umbrage hope for happier walls,
And follow where thy various fortune calls.”
He said, and brought, from forth the facred choir,
The gods, and relics of th' immortal fire.

Now peals of thouts came thund'ring from afar,
Cries, threats, and loud lament, and mingled war.
The noise approaches, though our palace stood
Aloof from streets, imbosom'd close with wood.
Louder and louder still i hear th’ alarms
Of human cries diftinct, and clashing arms.
Fear broke my

flumbers.
I mount the terrace ; thence the town survey,
And listen what the swelling sounds couvey.
Then Hector's faith was manifestly clear'd;
And Grecian fraud in open light appear’d.
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The palace of Deiphobus ascends
In smoky flames, and catches on his friends.
Ucalegon burns next; the seas are bright
With 1plendours not their own, and Ibine with spark-

ling light.
New clamours, and new clangours now arise,
The trumpet's voice, with agonizing cries.
With frenzy seiz'd, 1 run to meet th' alarms,
Resolv'd on death, resolv'd to die in arms.
But first to gather friends, with whom t'oppose,
If fortune favour'd, and repel the foes,
By courage rous'd, by love of country fir’d,
With senle of honour and revenge inspird.

Pantheus, Apollo's priest, a sacred name,
Had 'Icap'd the Grecian swords, and pass”d the flame:
With relics loaded, to my doors he fled,
And by the hand his tender grandfon led.

What hope, O Pantheus ? Whither can we run? Where make a stand ? Or what may yet be done ?"*

Scarce had 1 fpoke, when Pantheus, with a groan, “ Troy is no more ! Her glories now are gone. The fatal day, th' appointed hour is come, When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Troján state to Grecian hands: Our city's wrapt in flames: the foc commande. To several posts their parties they divide : Some block the narrow streets ; some scour the wide. The bold they kill; th' unwary they surprise; ! Who fights meets death, and death finds him who flies." XIV. Molosh, the fallen Angel, to the infernal Powers, li

citing them to renew the War. MY sentence is for open war. Of wiles,

More unexpert, 1 boast not : them let those
Contrive who need ; or when they need, not now.
For, while they fit contriving, fhall the rest,
Millions that fand in arms and longing wait
The signal to afcend, fit ling'ring here
Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling-place
Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame,
The prison of his tyranny who reigns
By our delay?-No: let us rather choose,

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