In arms encircled with his native bands.
Then thus : “Machäon, to the king repair,
His wounded brother claims thy timely care;
Pierced by some Lycian or Dardanian bow,
A grief to us, a triumph to the foe.”

The heavy tidings grieved the godlike man:
Swift to his succor through the ranks he ran :
The dauntless king yet standing firm he found,
And all the chiefs in deep concern around.
Where to the steely point the reed was join'd,
The shaft he drew, but left the head behind.
Straight the broad belt with gay embroidery graced,
He loosed; the corslet from his breast unbraced ;
Then suck'd the blood, and sovereign balm infused,*
Which Chiron gave, and Æsculapius used.

While round the prince the Greeks employ their care The Trojans rush tumultuous to the war; Once more they glitter in refulgent arms, Once more the fields are filled with dire alarms. Nor had you seen the king of men appear Confused, unactive, or surprised with fear But fond of glory, with severe delight, His beating bosom claim'il the rising fight. No longer with his warlike steeds he stay'd Or press’d the car with polish'd brass inlaid But left Eurymedon the reins to guide ; The fiery coursers snorted at his side. On foot through all the martial ranks he moves, And these encourages, and those reproves. “ Brave men !” he cries, (to such who boldly dare Urge their swift steeds to face the coming war), "Your ancient valor on the foes approve; Jove is with Greece, and let us trust in Jove. Tis not for us, but guilty Troy, to dread,

Till yon

Whose crimes sit heavy on her perjured head ;
Her sons and matrons Greece shall lead in chains,
And her dead warriors strew the mournful plains."

Thus with new ardor he the brave inspires ;
Or thus the fearful with reproaches fires :
“Shame to your country, scandal of your kind;
Born to the fate ye well deserve to find !
Why stand ye gazing round the dreadful plain,
Prepared for fight, but doom'd to fly in vain ?
Confused and panting thus, the hunted deer
Falls as he flies, a victim to his fear.
Still must ye wait the foes, and still retire,

tall vessels blaze with Trojan fire ?
Or trust ye, Jove a valiant foe shall chase,
To save a trembling, heartless, dastard race ?"

This said, he stalk'd with ample strides along,
To Crete's brave monarch and his martial throng;
High at their head he saw the chief appear,
And bold Meriones excite the rear.
At this the king his generous joy express’d,
And clasp'd the warrior to his armed breast.
“ Divine Idomeneus! what thanks we owe
To worth like thine! what praise shall we bestow?
To thee the foremost honors are decreed,
First in the fight and every graceful deed.
For this, in banquets, when the generous bow.s
Restore our blood, and raise the warriors souls,
Though all the rest with stated rules we bound,
Unmix'd, unmeasured, are thy goblets crown'd.
Be still thyself, in arms a mighty name :
Maintain thy honors, and enlarge thy fame.”
To whom the Cretan thus his speech address’d
“Secure of me, O king ! exhort the rest.
Fix'd to thy side, in every toil I share,
Thy firm associate in the day of war.
But let the signal be this moment given;
To mix in fight is all I ask of heaven.
The field shall prove how perjuries succeed,
And chains or death avenge the impious deed.

Charm'd with this heat, the king his course pursues,
And next the troops of either Ajax views :
In one firm orb the bands were ranged around
A cloud of heroes blacken'd all the ground.
Thus from the lofty promontory's brow
A swain surveys the gathering storm below;
Slow from the main the heavy vapors rise,
Spread in dim streams, and sail along the skies,

Till black as night the swelling tempest shows,
The cloud condensing as the west wind blows:
He dreads the impending storm, and drives his flock
To the close covert of an arching rock.

Such, and so thick, the embattled squadrons stood,
With spears erect, a moving iron wood:
A shady light was shot from glimmering shields,
And their brown arms obscured the dusky fields.

“O heroes! worthy such a dauntless train,
Whose godlike virtue we but urge in vain,
(Exclaim'd the king), who raise your eager bands
With great examples, more than loud commands.
Ah! would the gods but breathe in all the rest
Such souls as burn in your exalted breast,
Soon should our arms with just success be crown'd,
And Troy's proud walls lie smoking on the ground.

Then to the next the general bends his course ;
(His heart exults, and glories in his force);
There reverend Nestor ranks his Pylian bands,
And with inspiring eloquence commands;
With strictest order sets his train in arms,
The chiefs advises, and the soldiers warms.
Alastor, Chromius, Hæmon, round him wait,
Bias the good, and Pelagon the great.
The horse and chariots to the front assign'd,
The foot (the strength of war) he ranged behind :
The middle space suspected troops supply,
Inclosed by both, nor left the power to fly;
He gives command to "curb the fiery steed,
Nor cause confusion, nor the ranks exceed :
Before the rest let none too rashly ride;
No strength nor skill, but just in time, be tried:
The charge once made, no warrior turn the rein,
But fight, or fall; a firm embodied train.
He whom the fortune of the field shall cast
From forth his chariot, mount the next in haste ;
Nor seek unpractised to direct the car,
Content with javelins to provoke the war.
Our great forefathers held this prudent course,
Thus ruled their ardor, thus preserved their force;
By laws like these immortal conquests made,
And earth's proud tyrants low in ashes laid.”

So spoke the master of the martial art,
And touch'd with transport great Atrides' heart.
“Oh! hadst thou strength to match thy brave desires,
And nerves to second what thy soul inspires !
But wasting years, that wither human race,

Flyman ir.

THE MEETING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE