dignity, and vain thy age. No--pent in this sad palace, let us give To grief the wretched days we have to live. Still, still for Hector let our sorrows flow, Born to his own, and to his parents' woe! Doom'd from the hour his luckless life begun, To dogs, to vultures, and to Peleus' son! Oh! in his dearest blood might I allay My rage, and these barbarities repay! For ah! could Hector merit thus, whose breath Expired not meanly, in unactive death? He poured his latest blood in manly fight, And fell a hero in his country's right." "Seek not to stay me, nor my soul affright With words of omen, like a bird of night, (Replied unmoved the venerable man;) 'Tis heaven commands me, and you urge in vain. Had any mortal voice the injunction laid, Nor augur, priest, nor seer, had been obey'd. A present goddess brought the high command, I saw, I heard her, and the word shall stand. I go, ye gods! obedient to your call: If in yon camp your powers have doom'd my fall, Content--By the same hand let me expire! Add to the slaughter'd son the wretched sire! One cold embrace at least may be allow'd, And my last tears flow mingled with his blood!" From forth his open'd stores, this said, he drew Twelve costly carpets of refulgent hue, As many vests, as many mantles told, And twelve fair veils, and garments stiff with gold, Two tripods next, and twice two chargers shine, With ten pure talents from the richest mine; And last a large well-labour'd bowl had place, (The pledge of treaties once with friendly Thrace:) Seem'd all too mean the stores he could employ, For one last look to buy him back to Troy! Lo! the sad father, frantic with his pain, Around him furious drives his menial train: In vain each slave with duteous care attends, Each office hurts him, and each face offends. "What make ye here, officious crowds! (he cries). Hence! nor obtrude your anguish on my eyes. Have ye no griefs at home, to f