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Rh A boy was I, a stripling lad,

My cheek with youth's first blossom clad;

I gazed at Priam and his train

Of Trojan lords, and gazed again:

But great Anchises, princely tall,

Was more than Priam, more than all.

With boyish zeal I schemed and planned

To greet the chief, and grasp his hand.

I ventured, and with eager zest

To Pheneus brought my honoured guest.

A Lycian quiver he bestowed

At parting, with its arrowy load,

A gold-wrought scarf, and bridle-reins

Of gold, which Pallas still retains."

He tells his visitor also, at very considerable length, the story of Hercules slaying the monster Cacus, son of Vulcan, half man and half beast, whose breath was as flames of fire, and whose diet was human flesh—the prototype of the giants of later fiction. He points out also to his guest the local features of the country—for they are standing on the site which is to be Rome, and Pallanteum is to become the Palatine mount of future history. Whatever of mythical legend the poet mixed up in his topography, he knew the interest with which his patrician audience—for antiquarianism was almost as fashionable in the court of the Cæsars as it is now—would listen while, by the mouth of Evander, he dwelt on the old historic localities of the imperial city: the Carmental gate, named after the nymph who was Evander's mother; the grove where Romulus in after-days made his first "Asylum" for the motley band whom he gathered round him; the