Servitude as his only Refuge Formerly I would have chosen Death in Sicily to avoid Slavery but my first Misfortunes were only the weak Essays of Fortunes Injustice Now I tremble lest I should not be receiv'd among Slaves O Gods See my Calamity O Hazael remember Minos whose Wisdom you admire and who will judge us both in the Kingdom of Pluto Hazael looking upon me with Kindness and Compassion put forth his Hand and rais'd me up I am not ignorant said he of the Wisdom and Virtue of Ulysses Mentor has often told me of the Glory he has acquir'd among the Greeks and besides Fame has not been wanting to spread his Name over all the Nations of the East Follow me thou Son of Ulysses I will be your Father till you find him who gave you Life But tho' I were not mov'd with the Glory of your Father his Misfortunes and your own yet the Friendship I have for Mentor would engage me to take care of you 'T is true I bought him as a Slave but I keep him as a faithful Friend the Mony he cost has acquir'd me the dearest and most valuable Friend that I have in the World In him I have found Wisdom I owe all the Love I have for Virtue to his Instructions From this Moment he is free and you shall be so too I ask nothing of either but your Heart In an Instant I pass'd from the bitterest Grief to the most lively Joy that Men can feel I saw my self deliver'd from the worst of Dangers I was drawing near to my Country I had found One to assist me in my Return I had the Pleasure of being with a Man who lov'd me already for the sake of Virtue in Word I found every thing in finding Mentor and that which endear'd my good Fortune to me was that I feared not to lose him again In the mean time Hazael advanc'd to the Shoar we follow'd we Imbark'd with him our Oars cut the yielding Waters the Zephyrs plaid in our Sails gave Life and easie Motion to the Ship the Island of Cyprus soon disappear'd Hazael impatient to know my Sentiments ask'd me what I thought of the Manners of that Island I told him ingenuously to what Dangers my Youth had been expos'd and the Combat I had suffer'd within me He was tenderly mov'd with my abhorrence of Vice and said these Words O Venus I acknowledge your Power and that of your Son I have burnt Incense upon your Altars But give me leave to detest the infamous dissolution of the Inhabitants of your Island and the brutal Impudence with which they celebrate your Festivals After this he discours'd with Mentor of that first Being which form'd the Heavens and the Earth of that pure infinite and unchangeable Light which is communicated to all without any Diminution of that supreme and universal Truth which enlightens the Spiritual World as the Sun enlightens the Corporeal He who has never seen this Light said he is as blind as one born without Sight he passes his Life in a dismal Night like that of those Regions where the Sun never shines for many Months of the Year he thinks himself Wise and is a Fool he fancies he sees all and sees nothing he Dies without seeing any thing at most he perceives only false and obscure Flashes vain Shadows Phantoms that have no real Being Of this kind are all those who are carried away by sensual Pleasures and the Inchantments of Imagination There are no true Men upon the Earth but those who consult love and obey this eternal Reason 'T is she that inspires us when we think well 'T is she that reproves us when we think ill Our Reason as well as our Life is her Gift She is as a vest Ocean of Light the Reason of Men is like little Rivulets emaning from her which return and lose themselves in her again Tho' I did not yet throughly comprehend the Wisdom of this Discourse I tasted nevertheless something in it so Pure and so Sublime that my Heart grew warm and Truth seem'd to shine in all these Words They continued to speak of the Original of the Gods of the Hero's of the Poets of the Golden Age of the Deluge of the first Histories of the World of the River of Oblivion into which the Souls of the Dead are plung'd of the eternal Punishments prepar'd for the Impious in the dark Gulph of Tartarus and of that happy Tranquility which the Just enjoy in the Elysian Fields without any apprehensions of Change During this Conversation we saw great numbers of Dolphins cover'd with Scales that seem'd to be of Gold and Azure They play'd in the Sea and lash'd the Floods into a Foam After them came the Tritons sounding their wreathed Trumpets made of Shells They surrounded the Chariot of Amphitrite that was drawn by Sea-Horses whiter than Snow They cut the Briny Sea and left vast Furrows behind them Their Eyes darted Fire and Smoak issued from their Nostrils The Chariot of the God-dess was a Shell of a wonderful Figure 't was more white than the finest Ivory and the Wheels were all of Gold This Chariot seem'd to fly upon the surface of the Waters A Troop of Nymphs came Swimming behind the Chariot Their lovely Hair hung loose upon their Shoulders floating at the Pleasure of the Winds The Goddess had in one Hand a golden Scepter with which she commanded the Waves With the other she held upon her Knee the little God Palemon her Son who hung upon her Breast Her Face was so bright and so majestick that the black Tempests and all the seditious Winds fled from before her The Tritons guided the Horses and held the golden Reins A large Sail of the richest Purple hung floating in the Air above the Chariot a Multitude of little Zephyrs hover'd about it and labour'd to fill it with their Breath In the midst of the Air Eolus appear'd diligent restless and vehement his stern and wrinkled Face his menacing Voice his Eye-brows hanging down to his Beard his Eyes full of a dim and austere Fire dispers'd the Clouds and kept the fierce Aquilons silent The vast Whales and all the Monsters of the Sea came out of their profound Grotto's to gaze upon the Goddess and with their Nostrils made the briny Waters ebb and flow After we had admir'd this wonderful Sight we began to discover the Mountains of Creet tho' yet we could hardly distinguish them from the Clouds of Heaven and flowings of the Sea Then we saw the summet of Mount Ida which rises above all other Mountains of the Island as an antient Stag carries his branching Head above the young Fawns that follow him in the Forest By degrees we saw more distinctly the Coast of the Island representing the form of an Amphitheater as we found the Lands in Cyprus neglected and uncultivated so those of Creet appear'd plentifully cover'd with all manner of Fruits by the Industry of the Inhabitants On all sides we
seen which fearful Mortals were afraid to approach The chief care of the Shepherds was to turn away their Flocks from it The sulphureous Stams which the Stygian Lake incessantly cast forth through this Passage infected the Air. Around it grew neither Herb nor Flower There no gentle Zephirs fann'd the Air There you could neither see the blooming Graces of the Spring nor the rich Blessings of Autumn There the Ground was all dry and languishing and there was nothing to be seen but a few Shrubs stript of their Leaves and the fatal Cypress All round for a great way Ceres denied the Labourers her Golden Harvests In vain did Bacchus seem to promise his pleasant Fruits the Grapes wither'd instead of ripening The Sorrowful Nayades could not make the Water run pure their Streams were always bitter and muddy No warbling of Birds was to be heard in that Desert that was all bristled with Bryers and Thorns there was no Grove to shelter them they went and sung their Loves in a gentler Air. Nothing was to be heard there but the croaking of Ravens and the melancholy Voice of the Owl The very Herbs were bitter and the Flocks that pass'd that way did not feed on that pleasant Pasture which used to make them skip The Bull loath'd the 〈◊〉 and the Shepherds forgot their Pipe and Flute Out of this Cavern oftentimes there issu'd forth a dark and thick Smoke which made a sort of Night at Mid-day The neighbouring People redoubled their Sacrifices to appease the Wrath of the infernal Gods but oftentimes Men in the flower of their Age and in the bloom of their Youth were the only Victims which these cruel Divinities by a fatal Contagion took Pleasure to Sacrifice It was here that Telemachus resolved to find out the way into the black Habitation of Pluto Minerva who always kept a watchful Eye over him and had cover'd him with her Shield had bespoke Pluto's Favour Jupiter at the Request of Minerva had given Orders to Mercury who went down every Day to the Regions below to deliver a certain number of Mortals into the Hands of Charon to desire the King of Shades that he would allow the Son of Ulysses to enter into his Dominions Telemachus secretly withdrew out of the Camp by Night he travel'd by the Light of the Moon and invok'd that powerful Deity who in the Heavens appears a bright Star in the Night on Earth is the chaste Diana and in Hell is the dreadful Hecate This Goddess vouchsafed him a favourable Ear because his Heart was upright and because he was guided by the pious Love of a dutiful Son Scarce had he approach'd the entry of the Cave when he heard the bellowing of the subterranean Empire The Earth trembled under his Feet the Heavens arm'd themselves with Lightning and Fire that seem'd ready to fall down The young Son of Ulysses was shock'd and his whole Body was bedew'd with a cold Sweat but his Courage supported him he rais'd up his Eyes and his Hands towards Heaven Ye great Gods cry'd he I accept this happy Omen Compleat your Work This said he redoubled his Pace and went forward boldly Presently the thick Smoke which rendred the entry to the Cavern fatal to all other Creatures that approach'd it was dissipated the poisonous Smell ceased for a while and Telemachus entred alone for what other Mortal durst follow him Two Cretans who had accompanied him to a certain distance from the Cave and to whom he had entrusted his Design stood Trembling and half Dead a great way from it in a Temple making their Vows and despairing of ever seeing Telemachus again In the mean time the Son of Ulysses with his Sword in his Hand plunges himself in horrible Darkness Presently he perceiv'd a dim and faint Light such as we see in the Night Time on Earth He observ'd the airy Ghosts fluttering about him whom he warded off with his Sword Not long after he came in sight of the melancholy brink of the marshy River whose muddy and stagnant Waters turn in a continual Whirlpool He discover'd upon the Banks of it an innumerable crowd of departed Souls who had been depriv'd of Sepulture making their fruitless Addresses to the pitiless Charon This Deity whose perpetual old Age made him morose and fretful return'd them nothing but Threats and Refusals but at first sight receiv'd the young Greek aboard his Boat Telemachus had no sooner entred than he heard the mournful Groans of a certain disconsolate Ghost What is the cause pray said he of your Misery what was you on Earth I was reply'd the Ghost Nabopharzan King of proud Babylon all the Eastern Nations trembled at the sound of my Name I made the Babylonians pay divine Honours to me in a Temple of Marble where I was represented by a Statue of Gold before which night and day the most precious Perfumes of Ethiopia were burnt none ever contradicted me unpunish'd new Pleasures were daily invented to sweeten my Life I was then young and vigorous What Pleasure was there that I did not taste while I sat on the Throne But an ungrateful Woman whom I dearly lov'd convinc'd me that I was not a God she has poison'd me and I am no more Yesternight my Ashes were with great Solemnity put into an Urn of Gold they cry'd they tore off their Hair and seem'd as if they would throw themselves into the Flames of my Pile and share in my death Some are going still to mourn at the Foot of the magnificent Tomb where my Ashes were laid but no body does really regret my Loss My Memory is abhorr'd by my own Family and here below I am already expos'd to the most dreadful Reproaches Telemachus mov'd at this sight said to him But were you truly happy during your Reign Were you sensible of that calm and gentle Peace without which the Heart remains always as 't were withred and shrunk up amidst the greatest Pleasures No reply'd the Babylonian I don't so much as know what you mean The Sages boast of this Peace as the only Good but for my part I never felt it My Soul was incessantly agitated with new desires with fear and with hope I endeavour'd to intoxicate my self with the tumultuous Motion of my Passions I was careful to entertain this Frenzy to make it lasting the shortest interval of calm Reason had been bitter Behold this was the Peace that I enjoy'd all other seem'd a meer Trifle and a Dream these are the Blessings that I regret While the Babylonian was thus speaking he wept like one of a mean Spirit soften'd by Prosperity and who had never been accustom'd to bear Misfortunes with Constancy There were hard by him certain Slaves who had been slain to grace his Funeral Mercury had deliver'd them to Charon with their King and had given them absolute Power over him whom they had serv'd on Earth The Ghosts of these Slaves stood now no more in awe of the Ghost of Nabopharzan they kept
rough North-Wind never dares to Blow to make 'em feel the rigours of Winter Neither War that thirsts for Blood nor cruel Envy that bites with envenom'd Teeth having twisted Vipers in her Bosom and wreath'd about her Arms nor Jealousies Distrusts Fears nor vain Desires ever approach this blessed Region of Peace In this happy Place the Day nere knows an End and the Night with her bloomy Vail is utterly a Stranger here A pure and insinuating Light spreads it self round the Bodies of these just Men and encompasses you with its Rays like a Garment 'T is not like that which illuminates the Eyes of miserable Mortals which in comparison of this is little better than Darkness 'T is rather a celestial Glory than Light for it penetrates the thickest Bodies after a more subtile manner than the Beams of the Sun can pierce the purest Crystal Yet it never Dazzles but on the contrary fortifies the Eyes and produces an unspeakable serenity in the inmost recesses of the Soul 'T is this alone that nourishes those blessed Men it penetrates 'em and incorporates it self with 'em They See it they Feel it they Breath it it causes an inexhaustible Fountain of Peace and Joy to spring up in their Souls In this Abyss of Joy they plunge themselves and live in it as Fishes do in the Sea they 〈◊〉 nothing they have every thing without having any thing for the relish of this pure Light appeases the Hunger of their Souls all their Wishes are satisfied and their fullness raises them above all that which Men with empty and hungry Minds so earnestly seek upon Earth All the Pleasures that surround 'em are nothing to 'em because their consummate Happiness which proceeds from within 'em leaves 'em void of Sensation for every the most delicious Thing they see without ' em Just as the Gods who are satiated with Nectar and Ambrosia would disdain to Feed on those gross Meats which would be presented you at the most exquisite Treat that Mortals could make ' em All manner of Evils fly far away from this place of Tranquillity Death Sickness Poverty Pain Regrets Remorses Fears and Hopes too which often cost us as much as our very Fears 〈◊〉 Imaginations Disgusts and Vexations can none of 'em find entrance here The lofty Mountains of Thrace that thrust their Brows which have been cove'd with Snow and Ice from the very beginning of the World into the Clouds of Heaven might sooner be over-turn'd from their Foundation which is fix'd in the Center of the Earth than the Hearts of these righteous Men be mov'd in the least degree only they pity the Inhabitants of this World for the Miseries that oppress 'em yet 't is such a sweet and calm kind of Compassion as can't in the least alter their immutable Felicity An everlasting Youth an endless Happiness and a Glory altogether Divine is conspicuous in their Countenances but their Joy has nothing in it that is frothy and uncomely 'T is a noble Alacrity sweet and full of Majesty 'T is a sublime Gust of Truth and Virtue that transports ' em They are every moment without Interruption in such a kind of extasie of Mind as that which seizes a tender Mother at the sight of her beloved Son whom after a long absence she had given over for dead But this Rapture which soon retires from such a Mother's Heart never forsakes the Souls of these Men it never languishes for so much as an Instant but always continues fresh and new They have the Transports of Inebriation without the disturbance and folly of it They entertain one another with Discourses on what they see and taste They trample under their Feet the sweet Delights and vain Pomps of their former Condition which they in some sort bewail They reflect with Pleasure on those sad but short Years wherein they were oblig'd to oppose their own Inclinations and to stemm the impetuous Torrent of the Persuasions of corrupt Men to become Virtuous They admire the Assistance which was given 'em by the Gods who conducted 'em as it were by the Hand in the Paths of Virtue through a multitude of Perils There is something Divine which I know not how to express that runs incessantly through their Hearts like a Stream of the Divine Nature it self and unites it self to 'em they see they taste they are happy and feel they shall always be so they all sing together the Praises of the Gods and all of 'em together make but one Voice but one Thought but one Heart but one Felicity which constantly ebbs and flows as it were in these united Souls While they enjoy these Divine Raptures whole Ages glide away more swiftly than Hours do among Mortals here on Earth and yet a thousand and a thousand Ages when elaps'd don't in the least diminish their Happiness which is always new and always entire They all Reign together not on such Thrones as may be over-turn'd by the Hands of Men but in themselves with a Power that can never be shaken For now they have no more need to render themselves formidable by a Power borrow'd from a vile and miserable People they no more wear those vain Diadems under whose darling Lustre so many Fears and melancholy Cares lie hid The Gods themselves have with their own Hands plac'd Crowns of Glory on their Heads the beauty of which nothing can ever Tarnish Telemachus who was seeking his Father and was once afraid of finding him in these Regions was so ravish'd with this Tast he had of Peace Joy and Happiness that he could have wish'd to have met him here and could not chuse but be troubled to think of being constrain'd himself to return again into the Society of Mortals This is the Place said he where true Life is to be found and as for ours 'tis but a kind of Death But that which surpriz'd him with wonder was that he had seen so many Kings punish'd in Tartarus and so few in the Elysian Fields He learn'd from this that there are few Kings whose Minds are firm and couragious enough to resist their own Power and to reject the Flattery of so many Persons who make it their Business to excite all their Passions so that good Kings must needs be very rare and the greatest part of 'em are so wicked that the Gods would not be Just if after having suffer'd them to abuse their Power during their Life they should not punish them severely after their Death Telemachus not finding his Father Ulysses among these Kings cast his Eyes about to seek at least the Divine Laertes his Grand-father While he was looking round for him in vain an old Man venerable and full of Majesty advanc'd toward him His old Age did not resemble that of Men on Earth when oppress'd with the weight of numerous Years it only signify'd that he had been old before his death it was a mixture of all the Gravity of old Age with all the Graces of Youth for
and Happiness of Mankind thou seest the small number of Kings who have been truly worthy of Royalty and have faithfully perform'd the Function of Godsupon Earth These others whom thou seest not far from 'em but separated by the little Cloud have a Glory too but nothing near so great These indeed are Hero's but the Recompence of their Valour and Military Expeditions is not to be compar'd with that of Wise Just and Beneficent Kings Among those Hero's thou seest Theseus whose Countenance is somewhat dejected he has felt the Unhappiness of having too much Credulity for an Intreaguing Wife and is still afflicted for having so unjustly desir'd of Neptune the Death of his Son Hippolitus Happy had he been if he had not so easily and readily given way to the Passion of Anger Thou also seest Achilles leaning on his Spear because of the Wound the dissolute Paris gave him on the Heel which put an end to his Days If he had been as Wise Just and Moderate as he was Intrepid the Gods would have granted him a long Reign but they had pity on the Phitiotes and Dolopes over whom according to the ordinary Course of Nature he was to have reign'd after his Father Peleus and they were not willing to leave so many People at the mercy of a violent and furious Man more easie to be provok'd than the most unquiet Sea is to be mov'd by a sudden Storm The fatal Sisters have cut off the Thread of his Life he was like a Flower scarce fully Blown that is cut down by the rude Plow-man and falls before the end of the Day that gave it Birth The Gods were willing to use him only as they do Floods and Tempests to punish Men for their Crimes They employ'd Achilles to beat down the Walls of Troy to revenge the Perjury of Laomedon and the unjust Amours of Paris And after having us'd him as the Instrument of their Vengeance they are appeas'd and have refus'd the Tears of Thesis to suffer this young Hero any longer upon Earth who was fit for nothing but to disturb the World and to overthrow Cities and Kingdoms But dost thou observe that other Person who looks so fiercely 't is Ajax the Son of Telamon and Cousin to Achilles to be sure thou art not ignorant what Glory he acquir'd in Battel after the Death of Achilles he pretended his Armour ought not to be given to any but himself but thy Father did not think fit to give him the precedency and the Greeks gave Judgment in favour of Ulysses Ajax upon this kill'd himself in Despair Indignation and Despair are still painted on his Countenance My Son forbear to approach him for he would think thou hadst a mind to insult over him on the account of his Misfortune which ought to be bewail'd Dost thou not see that he looks upon us with Pain and rushes hastily into the dark Grove because he hates to see us On the other side thou seest Hector who had been Invincible if the Son of Thetis had not been in the World But take notice how Agamemnon passes along still carrying the Marks of Clytemnestra's Perfidiousness O my Son I tremble to think of the Misfortunes of that Family of the Impious Tantalus the Contention of the two Brothers Atreus and Thyestes fill'd that House with Horror and Blood Alas how one Crime draws a multitude of others after it Agamemnon when he return'd at the head of the Greeks from the Siege of Troy had not time to enjoy in Peace the Glory he had acquir'd in War and this is the Destiny of almost all Conquerors All those Men whom thou seest there have been formidable in War but have not been of an Amiable and Virtuous Disposition and therefore are only admitted into the second Mansion of the Elysian Fields As for these others who have reign'd with Justice and had a tender Affection for their People they are the intimate Friends of the Gods While Achilles and Agamemnon full of their Quarrels and Battels still retain their Disquietments and natural Defects while they in vain regret the Life which they have lost and asflict themselves with the Thoughts of being now Impotent and Vain Shadows these Just Men who are refin'd by that Divine Light which nourishes 'em having nothing more to desire to make 'em happy Behold with compassion the uneasinesses of poor Mortals and the greatest Affairs that agitate the Minds of Ambitious Men appear to them like the trifling Play of Children their Hearts are replenish'd with Truth and Virtue which they draw at the Fountain Head They have now nothing more to suffer either from others or from themselves no more Wishes no more Necessities no more Fears all is at an end with them except their Joy which can never end Consider my Son this Ancient King Inachus who sounded the Kingdom of Argos thou seest how full of Sweetness and Majesty his Old Age appears the Flowers grow under his Steps he treads so lightly that his walking resembles the flying of a Bird he holds a Golden Book in his Hand and in an Eternal Transport sings the wonderful Works of the Gods from his Heart and Mouth he Breaths exquisite Odors the Harmony of his Lyre and Voice together is capable of Ravishing the Gods as well as Men. He is thus rewarded for the Love he bore to the People heaffembled within the compass of his New Walls to whom he gave excellent Laws On the other side thou may'st see amongst those Myrtles Cecrops the Egyptian who was the first King of Athens a City Consecrated to that wise Goddess whose Name it bears This Cecrops brought wholesome Laws from Egypt a Country which has been to Greece a Spring both of Learning and Morality by this means he polish'd the rough Tempers of the Towns of Attica and united them by the Bands of Civil Society He was eminent for Justice Humanity and Compassion he left his People in great Prosperity and his Family but in a middle state he was not willing to have his Children succeed him in his Authority because he judg'd there were others more worthy of that Trust. I must likewise needs shew thee Ericthon in this little Valley who invented the Use of Silver for Money this he did with a Design to facilitate Commerce among the Cities of Greece but he foresaw the Inconvenience attending this Invention Apply your selves said he to all those People to multiply natural and true Riches in your Dwellings Cultivate the Earth that you may have great plenty of Corn Wine Oly and other Fruits Get innumerable Flocks that may nourish you with their Milk and Cloath you with their Wool Hereby you will put your selves in a Condition never to be afraid of Poverty The more Children you have the richer you 'l be provided you inure 'em to Labour and Industry for the Earth is inexhaustible and augments her Fecundity in proportion to the Number of her Inhabitants who take care to manure her She
was not able to bear In that Instant I perceived the Mountain to tremble the Oaks and Pines seeming to descend from the summet of the Hill The Winds suppress'd their Breathing and a hollow Voice issuing out of the Cave pronounc'd these Words O Son of the wise Ulysses thou art to be like him great by Patience Princes who have always been happy are seldom worthy to be so They are corrupted by unmanly Pleasures and drunk with the Pride of Prosperity Happy shalt thou be if thou canst surmount these Misfortunes and always remember thy present Condition Thou shalt certainly see Ithaca again and thy Glory shall ascend to the Heavens When thou shalt command Men remember that thou hast been like them in Poverty Weakness and Calamity Take a Pleasure in being good to them love thy People detest Flatterers and know that there is no other way to be truly great than by Moderation and Fortitude to overcome thy Passions These divine Words penetrated to the bottom of my Heart renew'd my Joy and reviv'd my Courage I felt-none of that Horrour which makes Mens Hair stand upright and chills the Blood in their Veins when the Gods communicate themselves to Mortals I rose from the Ground with Cheerfulness I fell upon my Knees and lifting up my Hands to Heaven I ador'd Minerva who I doubted not had sent me this Oracle In that Moment I found my self a new Man Wisdom enlighten'd my Mind I found a gentle Force restraining all my Passions and checking the impetuosity of my Youth I acquir'd the Love of all the Shepherds in the Desert My Patience Sweetness and Diligence mov'd even the cruel Buffus to relent who commanded the rest of the Slaves and had made it his Business at first to torment me I endeavour'd to procure some Books to enable me to support the tediousness of my Captivity and Solitude for I was exceedingly uneasy for want of some Instructions to nourish and sustain the Faculties of my Soul Happy said I are they who quitting all violent Pleasures know how to content themselves with an innocent Life Happy are they who are diverted with what they learn and please themselves in enriching their Minds with Knowledge wheresoever they are driven by the unjust Persecutions of Fortune They carry their own Entertainment with them and the uneasiness that lyes upon all other Men even in the midst of the greatest Pleasures is unknown to those who know how to employ themselves in Reading These Men are truly happy whilst I am depriv'd of this Felicity Revolving these Thoughts in my Mind I penetrated into the thickest of the Forest and on a sudden perceived an aged Man holding a Book in his Hand His Forehead was large and high unfurnish'd with Hair and somewhat wrinkled His white Beard descended to his Girdle He was tall and of a majestick Port His Complexion was fresh and well Colour'd His Eyes lively and piercing His Voice sweet and his Discourse plain but agreable I never saw so venerable an old Man His name was Termosiris He was a Priest of Apollo and the Temple where he serv'd was of Marble dedicated to that God and founded by the Kings of Egypt in this Forest He accosted me in a friendly manner We talk'd together He related Things past with such clearness that they seemed present but his Relations were always attended with brevity and never tedious He could predict Things future by his profound Wisdom which gave him a thorough Knowledge of Men and the Designs the are capable of forming With all this Prudence he was Cheerful and Complaisant and the gayest Youth does nothing with so much Grace as this aged Man He lov'd those that were Young if he found them Teachable and if they had any taste of Virtue He soon conceiv'd a tender Affection for me and gave me Books for my Consolation He call'd me his Son and I often said to him Father The Gods that took Mentor from me have pitied my Solitude and sent me in You another support This Man like Orpheus or Linus was doubtless inspir'd by the Gods He would sometimes read to me the Verses he had made and give me the most excellent Compositions of those Poets who had been the principal Favourites of the Muses When he put on his long Robes of the purest White and took his golden Harp in his Hand the Tygers the Bears and the Lyons came to lye down by him and lick'd his Feet The Satyrs abandon'd the Woods to come and Dance about him The Trees themselves seem'd to move and you would have thought that the Rocks had been touch'd with the Charms of his sweet Accents and were going to descend from the tops of the Mountains He sung the Grandeur of the Gods the Virtue of Hero's and the Wisdom of those who prefer Glory before Pleasure He often told me that I ought to take Courage and that the Gods would not abandon either Ulysses or his Son He exhorted me to imitate Apollo and perswade the Shepherds to apply themselves to the Muses Apollo said he considering with Indignation that the brightest Days were frequently disturb'd by Jupiter's Thunder resolv'd to be reveng'd upon the Cyclops who made the Bolts took up his Bow and pierc'd them with his Arrows Upon this Mount Etna ceas'd to vomit Cylinders of Fire and Men no longer heard the terrible Hammers striking upon the Anvil and ecchoing in Groans from the Abysses of Earth and Sea The Iron and the Brass abandon'd by the Cyclopes began to rust Vulcan in Fury quits his dreadful Forge and notwithstanding his Lameness mounts Olympus with Expedition comes cover'd with black Dust and Sweat into the Assembly of the Gods and makes a most bitter Complaint Jupiter incens'd against Apollo drove him from Heaven and precipitated him down to the Earth His empty Chariot perform'd the usual course of it self and gave Men Night and Day with a regular change of Seasons Apollo depriv'd of his glorious Beams was forced to turn Shepherd and keep the Sheep of King Admetus He plaid upon the Flute and all the other Shepherds came down to the shady Elms and silver Streams to hear his Songs To that time they had liv'd a savage and brutal Life They knew only how to guide their Flocks to sheer them to draw their Milk and to make Cheeses The whole Country was one frightful Desert Apollo in a short time made all the Shepherds acquainted with the Pleasures of a rural Life He sung the Flowers that compose the Garland of the Spring the beautiful Greens and the sweet Perfumes of that agreeable Season He sung the delicious Nights of Summer when the Zephyrs refresh Mankind and the Dews ally the Thirst of the Earth He forgot not in his Songs the golden Harvest and autumnal Fruits which recompence the Toil of the Husbandman nor the Recreations of Winter when the wanton Youth dance before the glowing Fire He represented the Groves and shady Forests that cover the Hills the hollow
beyond what Fame proclaims about it whereupon he began thus The River Betis runs through a fruitful Land and under a temper'd and ever-serene Sky The Country has its Name from the River which discharges its Waters into the great Ocean near the famous Pillars of Hercules and about that Place where the furious Sea breaking thro' its Banks divided heretofore the Land of Tarsis from Great Africa This Country seems to have preserv'd the Delights of the Golden Age here Winters are Luke-warm and the fierce Northern Winds never rage in it the scorching Heat of the Summer is ever allay'd by refreshing Zephires which fan the sweltry Air towards Noon so that the whole Year is but a happy Hymen betwixt Spring and Autumn which seem ever to go Hand in Hand The Land both in the Vallies and the Plains yields every Year a double Harvest the Hills are over-spread with numerous Flocks of Sheep whose fine Wool is a choice Commodity among all Nations of the known World There are a great many Mines of Gold and Silver in that happy Country but its rude Inhabitants contented and happy with their Plainness disdain to count Gold or Silver among their Riches and only value what is really necessary to answer the Wants of Humane Nature When we first began to Trade with that Nation we found Gold and Silver employ'd among them about the same uses as Iron as for example for Plow-shares c. As they had no outward Trade so they wanted no Coin most of them are either Shepherds or Husband-men Artificers and Tradesmen are but few in this Country for they only tolerate those Arts which procure the Necessaries of Life and besides tho' most of the Inhabitants either follow Agriculture or the tending of Herds and Flocks yet they are skill'd in those Arts which are serviceable for the support of their plain and frugal way of living The Women spin that silky Wool I told you of and make extraordinary fine and white Stuffs they bake Bread dress Victuals and all those Labours are easie to them for in this Country their ordinary Food is Fruit and Milk out of the Leather of their Sheep they make thin Shoes for themselves their Husbands and their Children they make Tents some of waxed Skins and others of Barks of Trees they wash the Cloaths keep the Houses in order and sweet and clean to admiration and make Garments for all the Family those Garments are easily made for in this sweet and happy Climate they only wear a thin and light Piece of Stuff neither cut nor sow'd and which for Modesty's sake every one laps about his Body in long folds and in what form he pleases The Men besides Husbandry and the tending of the Herds and Flocks have no other Arts to exercise but the Working and Fashioning of Wood and Iron and even in 〈◊〉 they seldom make any use of Fire unless it be for Tools necessary for Husbandry All those Arts which belong to Architecture are altogether useless to them for they never build Houses it argues say they too great a Fondness for the Earth the building a Dwelling upon it much more lasting than one self it is sufficient to have a Shelner against the Injuries of the Air. As for all other Arts so much 〈◊〉 among the Grecians the AEgyptains and other civiliz'd Nations they abhor and detest them as the Inventions of Pride and Effeminacy When they hear of Nations that have the skill of raising magnificent Buildings and can make Gold and Silver houshold Goods Stuffs adorn'd with Imbroidery and precious Stones exquisite Perfumes delicious and dainty Dishes of Meat and Instruments of Musick whose Harmony inchants the Soul they answer in these words Those Nations are unhappy thus to have bestow'd so much Time Labour and Industry upon the corrupting of themselves those Superfluities soften intoxicate and torment the Possessors of them and tempt those that are depriv'd of them to acquire them by Injustice and Violence And how can that be called a Good which serves only to make Men wicked The Men of those Countries are they more sound strong and robust than we Do they live longer And are they better united among themselves Is there Life more free from Cares more peaceful and more jovial and merry Nay on the contrary they must needs be jealous of one another devour'd by shameful and black Envy ever disquieted and tortur'd by Ambition Fears and Avarice and incapable of enjoying plain unmixt and solid Pleasures since they are Slaves to so many sham Necessaries on which they make all their Felicity depend Thus 't is continued Adoam that these wise Men speak who owe all their Wisdom to their diligent Study of Nature they have an abhorrence for our Politeness and it must be confest that theirs has something great in their admirable Plainness they live all together without dividing the Land every Family is govern'd by its Chief who is real King of it the Father of the Family has the power to punish any of his Children of Grand-children that commits a Fault but before he inflicts the Punishment he advises with the rest of the Family 'T is rare indeed that there is any Punishment for the Innocence of Manners Truth Honesty Integrity Obedience and Abhorrence of Vice dwell in this happy Place and it seems as if Astrea who is said to have retir'd into Heaven lies yet conceal'd here among these People There is no need of Judges amongst them for their own Consciences Judge'em All their Goods are in Common the Fruits of the Trees the Grain Pulse of the Earth the Milk of the Herds are so abounding that a People so Sober and so Moderate have no occasion to divide 'em each moving fancily in this happy Countrey carry their Tents from one Place to another when they have eaten up the Pasturage and consum'd the Fruits of that part whence they come so that it is not their Interest to maintain one against t'other and if they all love one another with a brotherly Love which nothing can interrupt 't is the contempt of vain Riches and of deceitful Pleasures which confirm 'em in this Peace Union and Liberty They are all free and all equal and there is no other difference among 'em than that alone which the Experience of the Grave old Men or the extraordinary Wisdom of some young Men makes who being accomplish'd in all Virtue equal the old Men The cruel Outcrys of Fraud Violence Perjury Law-suits and Wars are never heard in this Countrey cherish'd by the Gods No human Blood ever stain'd this Land no not so much as the Blood of innocent Lambs When they hear of bloody Battels devouring Conquests of the overthrow of States which are frequent in all other Nations they are Amaz'd What say they are not Men subject enough to Mortality without percipitating one another to Death Life that is so short seems to them too long Are they sent here upon Earth to tear one another in
necessary to Life in their own Country What do they seek in another Are not they contented with what is sufficient to Nature They deserve to be Shipwrack'd for seeking Death in the midst of Tempests to satiate their Avarice Telemachus was ravish'd at Adoam's Discourese he was highly pleas'd that there was yet a People in the World who following the true Dictates of Nature was both so wise and so happy Oh how far different are these Morals said he from those vain and ambitious Manners of those People whom we believe to be the wisest We are so vitiated that we can hardly think this so natural Simplicity can be real We look upon the Morals of these People only as a pleasant Fable and we ought to look upon ours as a monstrous Dream Whilst Telemachus and Adoam entertain'd one another in this manner negelcting Sleep and not perceiving that it ws already Midnight a deceitful Deity their Enemy led 'em far wide of Ithaca which their Pilot Achamas attempted to make in vain Neptune altho a Friend to the Phaenicians cou'd no longer endure to think that Telemachus had escap'd the Tempest that had thrown him on the Rocks of the Isle of Calipso Venus who was yet more enrag'd to see this young triumphant Hero who had overcome Love and all its Charms in the transport of her Grief left Cythera Paphos Idalia and all the Honours which are paid to her in the Isle of Cyprus and cou'd no longer stay in those Places where Telemachus had despis'd her Power but mounts to bright Olympus where all the Gods were assembled round the Throne of Jupiter From this Place they behold the Stars moving under their Feet Thence they see the Globe of the Earth like a little lump of Dirt. The vast Seas seem to them only like drops of Water with which the lump of Dirt is a little moistned The greatest Kingdoms are in their Sight but a little Sand which cover the superficies of this Dirt The innumerable People and the most powerful Armies seem but as Ants which contend with one another for a slip of Grass upon this heap of Dirt. The Immortals Laugh at the most serious Affairs that disturb foolish Mortals and they appear to them like the Sports of Children What Men call Grandeur Glory and Power seem to the highest Powers nothing but Misery and Folly 'T is in this Habitation so much elevated above the Earth that Jupiter has fix'd his immoveable Throne His Eyes pierce into the very Abyss and look even into the most secret corners of all Hearts his soft and serence Aspects disperse Tranquility and Joy over all the Universe On the contrary when he shakes his awful Head he moves both Heaven and Earth The Gods themselves dazl'd with the Rays of the Glory that surround him can't approach him without Trembling all the celestial Deities were near him at that Moment Venus presented her self with all the Charms which wanton on her beautiful Bosom Her loose Gown had more splendor than all the Colours that Iris adorns her self with in the dark Clouds when she comes to promise to affrighted Mortals the end of Tempests and to proclaim to 'em the return of fair Weather Her Robe was ty'd with that famous Girdle on which the Graces are represented The Goddess's Hair was negligently ty'd behind by a Locket of Gold All the Gods were surpriz'd at her Beauty as if they had never seen her before and their Eyes were dazl'd like the Eyes of Mortals when after a long Night Phoebus returns to enlighten 'em with his Rays they look one one another with Astonishment and their Eyes return'd and fix'd always on Venus but they perceiv'd the Goddess's Eyes were bath'd in Tears and that a deep Sorrow sate on her Face Mean while she advanc'd towards the Throne of Jupiter with a soft and smooth Pace like the rapid Flight of a Bird that cuts the vast Space of the yielding Air He look'd on her with a great deal of complacency and smil'd kindly on her and rising embrac'd her My drar Daughter said he what grieves you I can't see your Tears without concern fear not to discover your Thoughts to me you know my Tenderness and Indulgence Venus answer'd him with a soft Voice but interrupted with deep Sighs O Father of Gods and Men You who see all things can't choose but know the cause of my Sorrow Minerva is not satisfied even with over-throwing the lofty Town of Troy which I defended and to be reveng'd on Paris who had prefer'd my Beauty to her's but she conducts the Son of Ulysses that cruel Destroyer of Troy over Land and Sea Telemachus is still accompany'd by Minerva which occasions that she does not appear here in Place with the rest of the Deities She led this young Bravo into the Isle of Cyprus to affront me who not only disdain'd to burn Incense on my Altars but he has exprest an abhorrence of the Feasts which are celebrated in honour of me he has shut up his Heart against my Pleasures in vain has Neptune rais'd the Winds and the Waves against him at my Request to punish him Telemachus cast by an horrible Shipwrack on the Isle of Calipso triumph'd over Love himself whom I had sent into this Island to soften the Heart of this young Greek neither the Youth nor the Charms of Calipso and of her Nymphs nor the flaming Shafts of Love cou'd over-come the Artifices of Minerva she has snatch'd him away from that Island See how I am confounded a Stripling triumphs over me Jupiter to comfort her said 'T is true my Daughter that Minerva defends the Heart of this young Greek against all the Darts of your Son and she designs him more Glory than ever young Man attain'd to I am troubled that he has despis'd your Altars but I can't give him up to your Power but for the love of you I consent that he shall still wander both by Sea and Land that he shall live far from his own Country expos'd to all sorts of Miseries and Dangers but the Fates will neither suffer him to perish nor his Virtue to yield to those Pleasures with which you bewitch Mankind Be comforted then my Daughter to keep so many Hero's and so many Gods under your Empire Here he smil'd on Venus with all the Grace and Majesty of the greatest Deity A flash of Light like the most piercing Lightnings darted from his Eyes and tenderly kissing Venus he dispers'd an Odour of Ambrosia which perfum'd all Olympus The Goddess cou'd not but be sensible of this Caress from the greatest of the Gods in spite of her Tears and Grief Joy was visible in all her Face she let down her Veil to hide her Blushes and the Confusion in which she found her self The whole Assembly applauded what Jupiter had said and Venus without losing one moment hasted to find out Neptune to consult with him the means of revenging her self on Telemachus She repeated to Neptune what
Sagacious Attentive to the remotest Exigences disposing all Things to the best Advantage not embarrasing himself with any Thing nor perplexing others excusing Faults rectifying Mistakes preventing Difficulties never requiring too much of any one and every where inspiring Freedom and Confidence if he gave an Order it was in the most simple and plain Terms he repeated it the better to inform the Mind of him that was to put it in Execution He saw by his Eyes whether he comprehended it aright He afterwards made him familiarly express how he understood his Words and what was the principal Scope of the Attempt When he had thus made Proof of the good Sense of the Person he sent and had made him enter into his Designs he never let him go till he had given him some Mark of his Esteem and Confidence to encourage him so that all he sent from him were full of Zeal to please him and a fervent Desire to succeed in their Undertakings But they were not tormented with Fear that he would impute to them their ill Success for he excused all Faults that did not arise from an ill Disposition of Mind The Horizon appear'd Red and inflam'd with the Sun's Morning-Rays the Sea was fill'd with the bright Reflection of the rising Day all the Coast was cover'd with Men Horses and Chariots all in Motion which made a confus'd Noise like that of the angry Waves when Neptune stirs up dismal Tempests at the bottom of his deep Territories Thus Mars began by the Noise of Arms and the dreadful preparations of War to sow Rage in every Heart The Field was full of bristling Pikes thick set like a Crop of Corn that covers a fruitful Field at the time of Harvest there soon arose a Cloud of Dust which vail'd both Heaven and Earth from the Eyes of Men Darkness Bloodshed Horror and merciless Death advanc'd apace Scarce were the first Arrows Shot when Telemachus with his Eyes and Hands towards Heaven pronounced these Words O Jupiter Father of the Gods and Men Behold behold on our side Justice and Peace which we have not been asham'd to pursue 'T is with Regret we Fight we would willingly be sparing of humane Blood we do not hate even such an Enemy as this tho he is Cruel Perfidious and Sacrilegious Behold and give a decision between him and us If we must Die our Lives are in our Hands If we must deliver Hesperia and humble this Tyrant it will be thy Power and the Wisdom of Minerva thy Daughter that will give us the Victory and the Glory of it will be due to you 'T is you that hold the Ballance and regulate the Fate of Battles we Fight for you and seeing you are Just Adrastus is more your Enemy than ours If your Cause prove Victorious before the end of the Day the Blood of a whole Hecatomb shall flow upon your Altars No sooner had he thus spoken but he push'd on his fiery and foaming Coursers into the closest Ranks of the Enemy He presently met with Periander the Locrian cover'd with the Skin of a Lyon which he had kill'd in Sicily when he travel'd thither He was arm'd like Hercules with a prodigious Club in Strength and Stature he was like the ancient Gyants When he saw Telemachus he despis'd his Youth and the Beauty of his Countenance Is it not says he a pretty Business for thee thou young effeminate Spark to dispute with us the Glory of Battle Go Child get thee among the Shades to seek thy Father in speaking which Words he lifted up his heavy Club which was full of Knots and arm'd with Iron Spikes it was so big and long that it look'd like the Mast of a Ship Every one near was afraid of being crush'd by the fall of it It most threaten'd Telemachus his Head but he avoided the Stroke and flew upon Periander as swiftly as an Eagle cuts through the Air. The Club fell upon the Wheel of a Chariot near that of Telemachus and broke it in the mean time the young Greek struck a Dart into Periander's Throat The Blood that ran bubbling out in abundance from the wide Wound soon suffocated his Voice his furious Horses no longer felt any restraint from his fainting Hand but ran madly up and down with the Reins hanging loose upon their Necks he soon fell from his Chariot with his Eyes already clos'd from the Light and pale Death was already painted on his deform'd Visage Telemachus mov'd with pity towards him immediately gave his Body to his Domesticks and kept the Lyon's Skin together with his Club as a Mark of his Victory After this he sought for Adrastus in the Body of the Army and in his way precipitated into Hell a Multitude of Warriours Hileus who had his Chariot drawn by two Courses like those of the Sun which were fed in those vast Meadows which Aufidus Waters Dimoleon who formerly in Sicily had almost equal'd Erix in Combat for the embroider'd Girdle Cranter who had been the Host and Friend of Hercules when this Son of Jupiter was going into Hesperia where he kill'd the infamous Cacus Menecrates who was said to resemble Pollux in Wrestling Hippocon the Salapian who imitated the peaceful Addresses of Castor in the management of a Horse The famous Hunter Eurimedes who was always stain'd with the Blood of Beasts and wild Boars which he kill'd on the Ridges of the cold Appenine which are cover'd with Snow who is said to have been so dear to Diana that she taught him her self to handle the Bow Nicostrasius who had quer'd a Gyant that vomited Fire in the Rocks of Mount Gargan Eleanthus who was to espouse the Young Pholoe Daughter of the River Lyris She had been promised by her Father to the Person that should deliver her from a Winged Serpent that was bred on the Banks of the River and would have devoured her in a few Days according to the Prediction of an Oracle This Young Man prompted by an extraordinary love to her ventur'd his Life to kill this Monster he succeeded in the Attempt but could not taste the Fruit of his Victory for while Pholoe was preparing for the Rights of Charming Hymen and expected Eleanthus with impatience she was inform'd that he follow'd Adrastus into the Wars and that the Destinies had cruelly cut off his Days This News made her fill the Woods and Mountains near the River with her Groans she drowned her Eyes in Tears and tore off her lovely Hair She forgot the Garlands of Flowers she was wont to gather and accus'd Heaven of Injustice because she incessantly wept Day and Night the Gods touch'd with her Complaints and mov'd by the Prayers of the River put an end to her Sorrow for she pour'd out such abundance of Tears that she was instantly turn'd into a Fountain which running into the Bosom of the River seeks to join her Waters with those of the God her Father but the Water of this Fountain is still
this unfortunate old Man the Light was odious to him his Soul desir'd nothing but to Die and plunge himself into the eternal Night of Pluto's Empire In vain did all his Friends speak to him his sinking Heart was disgusted with all Friendship as a sick Man disrelishes the most dainty Meats To all that could be said to him to make the deepest Impression on his Mind he return'd nothing but deep Sighs and Groans From time to time he was heard to say O Pisistratus Pisistratus Pisistratus my Son thou call'st me away I 'll follow thee thou wilt render Death sweet to me O my Son all the Happiness I now desire is to see thee again on the Banks of Styx He past whole Hours without uttering one Word but was still Groaning and lifting up his Hands and Eyes all drown'd in Tears to Heaven In the mean time the Princes being assembled were expecting Telemachus who was by the Body of Pisistratus he strew'd handfulls of 〈◊〉 upon the Corps to which he added exquisite Perfumes and pour'd forth bitter Tears O my dear Companion said he I shall never forget how I saw thee at Pilos and how I follow'd thee to Sparta how I found thee again on the Coasts of the great Hesperia I owe thee a Thousand and a Thousand kind Offices I Lov'd thee and thou hadst a like Love for me I knew thy Valour it 〈◊〉 that of many famous Greeks But alass 't is extinguish'd with thy Glory 't was thy Valour that has rob'd the World of that improving Vertue of thine which would have equal'd that of the greatest Men. Yes thy Wisdom and thy Eloquence in a riper Age would have resembled the like Endowments in the most celebrated Men of Greece Thou hadst already acquired that sweet Insinuation that could not be resisted when thou spakest those natural and lively ways of relating Matters that prudent Moderation which is a Charm to appease irritated Minds that Authority which proceeds from Prudence and the force of good Counsels When thou spokest every Ear was attentive all were prepossess'd in thy Favour every one was willing to find Reason on thy side Thy Speech that was plain and simple void of Pomp sweetly instill'd it self into Men's Souls like the Dew upon the 〈◊〉 Grass But alass all those Advantages which we were in possession of a few Hours ago are taken away from us for even Pisistratus whom I embrac'd this Morning is now no more We have nothing remaining but the sad remembrance of him 〈◊〉 That thou hadst clos'd the Eyes of Nestor and that we had not all been so unhappy to see thine clos'd he would not then have seen what he is now forc'd to behold he would not then have been the most unhappy Father in the World After these Words Telemachus caus'd the bloody Wound which was in the side of Pisistratus to be wash'd he order'd him to be laid out upon a purple Bed where his Head inclining on his Shoulder with the paleness of Death resembled a young Tree which having cover'd the Earth with its Shadow and stretch'd its flourishing Boughs towards Heaven is wounded by the Edge of the Woodman's Axe it no longer holds by its own Root nor by the Earth that fruitful Mother that nourishes her Branches in her Bosom it languishes its Verdure decays and being no longer able to bear up down it falls its wide and thick Branches that lately were as a Veil to obscure the Light of Heaven now lye extended in the Dust wither'd and dry 't is now no more than a Trunk fell'd to the Ground and spoil'd of all its Beauties Thus Pisistratus being become a Prey to Death was now carried away by those who were appointed to lay him on the fatal Pile The Flame already began to ascend toward Heaven a Troop of Pylians with Eyes dejected and full of Tears and with their Arms revers'd with a slow and mournful Pace attended him The Body was soon Burnt the Ashes put into a Golden Urne and Telemachus who took care to have all this perform'd committed this Urne as a great Treasure to Callimachus who had been Pisistratus his Governour Keep safely says he these Ashes the sad but precious Remains of him you Lov'd Keep 'em for his Father but wait till he recovers Strength enough to ask 'em before you give 'em to him that which irritates Sorrow at one time allays it at another At length Telemachus enter'd the Assembly of the confederate Kings where every one kept Silence in expectation to hear him Discourse when he perceiv'd it he blush'd and they could by no means engage him to Speak The Praises that were given him by publick Acclamations and above all his late Actions augmented his bashful Disposition So that he would have been glad to have hid himself This was the first time that he appear'd embarrass'd and unsteady in fine he desir'd as a Favour that they would desist from speaking in his Praise 'T is not said he that I do not love Praises above all when they are given by such good Judges of Vertue but 't is because I am afraid of Loving 'em too much for they are apt to corrupt Men they fill 'em with themselves and render 'em Vain and Presumptuous We ought both to merit 'em and avoid ' em The justest Praises resemble those that are false and flattering The most wicked of all Mankind the Tyrians are those that have made themselves prais'd the most by servile Flatterers What Pleasure is there in being Prais'd like them Due Praises are such as you will give me in my absence if I am so happy as to deserve ' em If you believe me to be truly Good you ought also to believe that I am willing to be Modest and to be afraid of Vanity Spare me therefore if you value me and do not Praise me as if I were a Man fond of Praises After Telemachus had thus express'd himself he answer'd not a Word more to those that continued to extol him to the very Heavens but by an Air of Indifference he soon put a stop to the Enocomiums that were made on him till they began to fear they should displease him in commending him But their Admiration still increased every one knowing the Tenderness he had manifested to Pisistratus and the care he had taken to render him the last Devoirs the whole Army was more touch'd with the Marks of Tenderness and Generosity of his Heart than with all the Prodigies of Wisdom and Valour that had been shining so Conspicuously in him He is Wise he is Valiant said they in secret one to another he is the Friend of the Gods and the true Hero of our Age he is rais'd a degree above Mankind But this is only matter of Wonder all this does no more than fill us with Astonishment he has Humanity and Goodness he is a Friend he is Tender he is Compassionate he is Beneficent and entirely theirs whom he ought to Love he is the Delight