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THE INFANT HERCULES AND THE
SERPENTS.

FROM THE SAME.

JUNO, jealous of the child which Jupiter has had by Alcmena, sends two dreadful serpents to devour the boy. The serpents come upon him, while he and his half-brother Iphiclus, the son of Amphitryon, are sleeping together. Iphiclus, the child of the mortal father, is terrified: Hercules, the infant demi-god, seizes and destroys them, as if they were living playthings. His mother consults the prophet Tiresias on the occasion, and is told of her son's future renown.

YOUNG Hercules had now beheld the light
Only ten months, when once upon a night,
Alcmena, having wash'd, and given the breast
To both her heavy boys, laid them to rest.
Their cradle was a noble shield of brass,
Won by her lord from slaughtered Pterelas.
Gently she laid them down, and gently laid
Her hand on both their heads, and yearn'd, and
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Sleep, sleep, my boys, a light and pleasant sleep; My little souls, my twins, my guard and keep! Sleep happy, and wake happy!" And she kept Rocking the mighty buckler, and they slept.

At midnight, when the Bear went down, and broad

Orion's shoulder lit the starry road,

There came, careering through the opening halls,
On livid spires, two dreadful animals-

Serpents; whom Juno, threatening as she drove,
Had sent there to devour the boy of Jove.
Orbing their blood-fed bellies in and out,
They tower'd along; and as they look'd about,

An evil fire out of their eyes came lamping;
A heavy poison dropt about their champing.

And now they have arriv'd, and think to fall
To their dread meal, when lo! (for Jove sees all)
The house is lit, as with the morning's break,
And the dear children of Alcmena wake.
The younger one, as soon as he beheld
The evil creatures coming on the shield,
And saw their loathsome teeth, began to cry
And shriek, and kick away the clothes, and try
All his poor little instincts of escape;

The other, grappling, seized them by the nape
Of either poisonous neck, for all their twists,
And held, like iron, in his little fists.

Buckled and bound he held them, struggling wild;
And so they wound about the boy, the child,
The long-begetting boy, the suckling dear,
That never teased his nurses with a tear.

Tir'd out at length, they trail their spires and gasp,

Lock'd in that young indissoluble grasp.

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Alcmena heard the noise, and" Wake," she cried, Amphitryon, wake; for terror holds me tied! Up; stay not for the sandals: hark! the child, The youngest-how he shrieks! The babe is wild: And see, the walls and windows! 'Tis as light As if 'twere day, and yet 'tis surely night. There's something dreadful in the house; there is Indeed, dear husband!" He arose at this; And seiz'd his noble sword, which overhead Was always hanging at the cedar-bed : The hilt he grasp'd in one hand, and the sheath In t'other; and drew forth the blade of death.

All in an instant, like a stroke of doom, Returning midnight smote upon the room.

Amphitryon call'd; and woke from heavy sleep His household, who lay breathing hard and deep; 'Bring lights here from the hearth! lights, lights; and guard

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The doorways; rise, ye ready labourers hard!”

He said; and lights came pouring in, and all The busy house was up, in bower and hall; But when they saw the little suckler, how He grasp'd the monsters, and with earnest brow Kept beating them together, plaything-wise, They shriek'd aloud; but he with laughing eyes, Soon as he saw Amphitryon, leap'd and sprung Childlike, and at his feet the dead disturbers flung.

Then did Alcmena to her bosom take

Her feebler boy, who could not cease to shake.i The other son Amphitryon took and laid Beneath a fleece; and so return'd to bed.

Soon as the cock, with his thrice-echoing cheer, Told that the gladness of the day was near, Alcmena sent for old, truth-uttering

Tiresias; and she told him all this thing,

And bade him say what she might think and do; "Nor do thou fear," said she, "to let me know, Although the mighty gods should meditate Aught ill; for man can never fly from Fate. And thus thou seest" (and here her smiling eyes Look'd through a blush) "how well I teach the wise."

So spoke the queen. Then he with glad old

tone;

"Be of good heart, thou blessed bearing one,
True blood of Perseus; for by my sweet sight,
Which once divided these poor lids with light,
Many Greek women, as they sit and weave
The gentle thread across their knees at eve,

Shall sing of thee and thy beloved name;
Thou shalt be blest by every Argive dame:
For unto this thy son it shall be given,

With his broad heart to win his way to heaven;
Twelve labours shall he work; and all accurst
And brutal things o'erthrow, brute men the worst;
And in Trachinia shall the funeral pyre
Purge his mortalities away with fire;

And he shall mount amid the stars, and be
Acknowledg'd kin to those who envied thee,

And sent these den-born shapes to crush his destiny."

GREEK PRETENDERS TO PHILOSOPHY

DESCRIBED.

FROM THE ANTHOLOGY.

(The original is in similar compound words.)

LOFTY-brow-flourishers,

Nose-in-beard-wallowers,

Bag-and-beard-nourishers,

Dish-and-all-swallowers;

Old-cloak-investitors,

Barefoot-lookfashioners,

Night-private-feasteaters,
Craft-lucubrationers;

Youth-cheaters, word-catchers, vaingloryosophers,
Such are such seekers of virtue, philosophers.

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T'OTHER day as I was twining
Roses, for a crown to dine in,
What, of all things, 'midst the heap
Should I light on, fast asleep,
But the little desperate elf,
The tiny traitor, Love himself!
By the wings I pinch'd him up
Like a bee, and in a cup

Of my wine I plung'd and sank him,
And what d'ye think I did ?—I drank him.
'Faith, I thought him dead. Not he!
There he lives with tenfold glee;
And now this moment with his wings
I feel him tickling my heart-strings.

CATULLUS'S RETURN HOME

TO THE PENINSULA OF SIRMIO.

O BEST of all the scatter'd spots that lie
In sea or lake, apple of landscape's eye,—
How gladly do I drop within thy nest,
With what a sight of full contented rest,
Scarce able to believe my journey o'er,
And that these eyes behold thee safe once more!
Oh where's the luxury like the smile at heart,
When the mind, breathing, lays its load apart,-
When we come home again, tir'd out, and spread
The loosen'd limbs o'er all the wish'd-for bed!
This, this alone is worth an age of toil.

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