Was celebrating high, in solemn feast,

Alcides and his tutelary gods.

Pallas , his son, was there, and there the chief

Of all his youth; with these, a worthy tribe,

His poor but venerable senate, burnt

Sweet incense, and their altars smoked with blood.

Soon as they saw the towering masts approach

Sliding between the trees, while the crew rest

Upon their silent oars, amazed they rose,

Not without fear, and all forsook the feast.

But Pallas undismayed, his javelin seized,

Rushed to the bank, and from the rising ground

Forbade them to disturb the sacred rites,

"Ye stranger youth! what prompts you to explore

This untried way? and whither do ye steer?

Whence, and who are ye? Bring ye peace or war?"

./Eneas from his lofty deck holds forth

The peaceful olive branch, and thus replies:

"Trojans and enemies to the Latian state,

Whom they with unprovoked hostilities

Have driven away, thou seest. We seek Evander;

Say this,—and say beside, the Trojan chiefs

Are come, and seek his friendship and his aid."

Pallas with wonder heard that awful name,

And "who'os'cr thou art," he cried, "come forth;

Bear thine own tidings to my father's ear,

And be a welcome guest beneath our roof."

He said, and pressed the stranger to his breast,

Then led him from the river to the grove,

Where, courteous, thus ./Eneas greets the king:

"Best of the Grecian race, to whom I bow

(So wills my fortune) suppliant, and stretch forth

In sign of amity this peaceful branch,

I feared thee not, although I knew thee well,

A Grecian leader, born in Arcady,

And kinsman of the Atridae. Me my virtue,

That means no wrong to thee,—The Oracles,

Our kindred families allied of old,

And thy renown diffused through every land,

Have all conspired to bind in friendship to thee,

And send me not unwilling to thy shores.

Dardanus, author of the Trojan state,

(So say the Greeks,) was fair Electra's son;

Electra boasted Atlas for her sire,

Whose shoulders high sustain the ethereal orbs.

Your sire is Mercury, whom Maia bcre,

Sweet Maia, on Cyllene's hoary top.

Her, if we credit aught tradition old,

Atlas of yore, the selfsame Atlas, claimed

His daughter. Thus united close in blood,

Thy race and ours one common sire confess.

With these credentials fraught, I would not send

Ambassadors with artful phrase to sound
And win thee by degrees, but came myself;
Me, therefore, me thou seest; my life the stake:
'Tis I, tineas, who implore thine aid.
Should Daunia, that now aims the blow at thee,
Prevail to conquer us, nought then, they think,
Will hinder, but Hesperia must be theirs,
All theirs, from the upper to the nether sea.
Take then our friendship and return us thine!
We too have courage, we have noble minds,
And youth well tried and exercised in arms."

Thus spoke ./Eneas. lie with fixed regard
Surveyed him speaking, features, form and mien.
Then briefly thus,—" Thou noblest of thy name,
How gladly do I take thee to my heart,
How gladly thus confess thee for a friend!
In thee I trace Anchises; his thy speech,
Thy voice, thy countenance. For I well remember
Many a day since, when Priam journeyed forth
To Salamis, to see the land where dwelt
Hesione, his sister, he pushed on
E'en to Arcadia's frozen bounds. 'Twas then
The bloom of youth was glowing on my cheek;
Much I admired the Trojan chiefs, and much
Their king, the son of great Laomedon,
But most Anchises, towering o'er them all.
A youthful longing seized me to accost
The hero and embrace him; I drew near,
And gladly led him to the walls of Pheneus.
Departing, he distinguished me with gifts,
A costly quiver stored with Lycian darts,
A robe inwove with gold, with gold embossed
Two bridles, those which Pallas uses now.
The friendly league thou hast solicited
I give thee therefore, and to-morrow all
My chosen youth shall wait on your return.
Meanwhile, since thus in friendship ye are come,
Rejoice with us and join to celebrate
These annual rites, which may not be delayed,
And be at once familiar at our board."

He said, and bade replace the feast removed;
Himself upon a grassy bank disposed
The crew: but for tineas ordered forth
A couch spread with a lion's tawny shag,
And bade him share the honours of his throne.
The appointed youth with glad alacrity
Assist the labouring priest to load the board
With roasted entrails of the slaughtered beeves,
Well-kneaded bread and mantling bowls. Well pleased,
^Eneas and the Trojan youth regale
On the huge length of a well-pastured chine.

Hunger appeased, and tables all dispatched,


Thus spake Evander: "Superstition here,

In this old solemn feasting, has no part.

No, Trojan friend, from utmost danger saved,

In gratitude this worship we renew.

Behold that rock which nods above the vale,

Those hulks of broken stone dispersed around;

How desolate the shattered cave appears,

And what a ruin spreads the encumbered plain.

Within this pile, but far within, was once

The den of Cacus; dire his hateful form

That shunned the day, half monster and half man.

Blood newly shed streamed ever on the ground

Smoking, and many a visage pale and wan

Nailed at his gate, hung hideous to the sight.

Vulcan begot the brute : vast was his size,

And from his throat he belched his father's fires.

ISut the day came that brought us what we wished,

The assistance and the presence of a God.

Flushed with his victory and the spoils he won

From triple-formed Geryon lately slain,

The great avenger, Hercules, appeared.

Hither he drove his stately bulls, and poured

His herds along the vale. But the sly thief

Cacus, that nothing might escape his hand

Of villany or fraud, drove from the stalls

Four of the lordliest of his brutes, and four,

The fairest of his heifers ; by the tail

He dragged them to his den, that, there concealed,

No footsteps might betray the dark abode.

And now his herd with provender sufficed,

Alcides would be gone: they as they went

Still bellowing loud, made the deep echoing woods

And distant hills resound: when hark! one ox,

Imprisoned close within the vast recess,

Lows in return, and frustrates all his hope.

Then fury seized Alcides, and his breast

With indignation heaved: grasping his club

Of knotted oak, swift to the mountain top

He ran, he flew. Then first was Cacus seen

To tremble, and his eyes bespoke his fears.

Swift as an eastern blast he sought his den,

And dread, increasing, winged him as he went.

Drawn up in iron slings above the gate,

A rock was hung enormous. Such his haste,

He burst the chains, and dropped it at the door,

Then grappled it with iron work within

Of bolts and bars by Vulcan's art contrived.

Scarce was he fast, when panting for revenge

Came Hercules; he gnashed his teeth with rage,

And quick as lightning glanced his eyes around

In quest of entrance. Fiery red and stung

With indignation, thrice he wheeled his course

About the mountain, thrice, but thrice in vain, He strove to force the quarry at the gate, And thrice sat down o'erwearied in the vale. There stood a pointed rock, abrupt and rude, That high o'erlooked the rest, close at the back Of the fell monster's den, where birds obscene Of ominous note resorted, choughs and daws. This, as it leaned obliquely to the left, Threatening the stream below, he from the right Pushed with his utmost strength, and to and fro He shook the mass, loosening its lowest base, Then shoved it from its seat; down fell the pile; Sky thundered at the fall; the banks give way, The affrighted stream flows upward to his source. Behold the kennel of the brute exposed, The gloomy vault laid open. So, if chance Earth yawning to the centre should disclose The mansions, the pale mansions of the dead, Loathed by the gods, such would the gulf appear, And the ghosts tremble at the sight of day. The monster braying with unusual din Within his hollow lair, and sore amazed To see such sudden inroads of the light, Alcides pressed him close with what at hand Lay readiest, stumps of trees, and fragments huge Of millstone size. He, (for escape was none,) Wondrous to tell! forth from his gorge discharged A smoky cloud that darkened all the den; Wreath after wreath he vomited amain, The smothering vapour mixed with fiery sparks; No sight could penetrate the veil obscure. The hero, more provoked, endured not this, But with a headlong leap he rushed to where The thickest cloud enveloped his abode; There grasped he Cacus, spite of all his fires, Till crushed within his arms, the monster shows His bloodless throat, now dry with panting hard, And his pressed eyeballs start. Soon he tears down The barricade of rock, the dark abyss Lies open; and the imprisoned bulls, the theft He had with oaths denied, are brought to light; By the heels the miscreant carcase is dragged forth, His face, his eyes, all terrible, his breast Beset with bristles, and his sooty jaws Are viewed with wonder never to be cloyed. Hence the celebrity thou seest, and hence This festal day. Potitius first enjoined Posterity these solemn rites, he first With those who bear the great Pinarian name To Hercules devoted, in the grove This altar built, deemed sacred in the highest By us, and sacred ever to be deemed. 2-L.

Come, then, my friends, and bind your youthful brows
In praise of such deliverance, and hold forth
The brimming cup; your deities and ours
Are now the same, then drink, and freely too."
So saying, he twisted round his reverend locks
A. variegated poplar wreath, and filled
I lis right hand with a consecrated bowl.
At once all pour libations on the board,
All offer prayer. And now the radiant sphere
Of day descending, eventide drew near.
When first Potitius with the priests advanced,
Begirt with skins and torches in their hands.
High piled with meats of savoury taste, they ranged
The chargers, and renewed the grateful feast.
Then came the Salii, crowned with poplar too,
Circling the blazing altar; here the youth
Advanced, a choir harmonious, there were heard
The reverend seers responsive; praise they sung,
Much praise in honour of Alcides' deeds;
How first with infant gripe two serpents huge
He strangled, sent from Juno; next they sung,
How Troja and Oechalia he destroyed,
Fair cities both, and many a toilsome task
Beneath Eurystheus, (so his stepdame willed.)
Achieved victorious. Thou, the cloud-born pair,
Hylaeus fierce and Pholus, monstrous twins,
Thou slewest the minotaur, the plague of Crete,
And the vast lion of the Nemean rock;
Thee Hell, and Cerberus, Hell's porter, feared,
Stretched in his den upon his half-gnawed bones.
Thee no abhorred form, not even the vast
Typhceus could appal, though clad in arms.
Hail, true born son of Jove, among the gods
At length enrolled, nor least illustrious thou,
Haste thee propitious, and approve our songs!—
Thus hymned the chorus; above all they sing
The cave of Cacus, and the flames he breathed.
The whole grove echoes, and the hills resound.
The rites performed, all hasten to the town:
The king, bending with age, held as he went
^Eneas and his Pallas by the hand,
With much variety of pleasing talk
Shortening the way. iEneas, with a smile,
Looks round him, charmed with the delightful scene,
And many a question asks, and much he learns
Of heroes far renowned in ancient times.
Then spake Evander: "These extensive groves
Were once inhabited by fauns and nymphs
Produced beneath their shades, and a rude race
Of men, the progeny uncouth of elms
And knotted oaks. They no refmement knew
Of laws or manners civilised, to yoke

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