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valour. Thus spoke the Evander tears standing in his eyes, the aged Evander, bending
his steps towards ye entrance of his Palace: when the aged Acoetes watched
the life-devoid body of the life-devoid Pallas: Acoetes who had been the Armour
Bearer to Syrian Evander: but alas he saw not now approach with his
wanted joy of his beloved protector with his wanted joy-illuminated countenance.
The lifeless body was surrounded with a crowd of Syrians & Trojans,
& a train of Trojan women, their hair disshevelled their accustomed sign of Grief.
But when Aeneas approached ye lofty portico, the most heart-rending groans
issue from their stricken breasts, and ye spacious gr court groans with echos
ye respondent howl. Eneas when he saw the countenance and supported head
of ye immaculate Pallas, and the Italian sword wound in his gentle breast,
overwhelmed with Tears he thus spoke; & art thou gone oh hapless youth
fortune saw me protected if you and envied my happiness:? and will thou never behold new

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kingdom, nor be triumphant to your Fathers palace? Such were not the Alas
how grievously have the promises been disfulfilled to yr Father upon quitting the
paternal roof: as I was about to despair he embraced me, and with melancholy foreboding
of the extensive kingdom I had to conquer, and ye fierce & savage nations have to
encounter. But And now alas awaken from part captivated by his delusive hopes, he invokes fortune the fates & fortune,
& loads the altar with offerings: While we mournfully perform the last sad offices to the
lifeless Youth, no longer subject to the celestial powers. Alas unhappy man, you will
are doomed to behold the of yr beloved Son. And this our wished for, our triumphant
return: This my greatest solace. But yet O Evander you will observe in yr Son no
disgraceful : nor will death be life be rendered to you a burthen by the
shameful safety of Yr Son. Alas, what a firm protector you loss lose in Italy, and how
great is the loss to you oh Julius. When he had sighed out these lamentations he
ordered the wretched body to be removed carried forward, and sent a thousand men
attend while the last sad honours were performed over it: they shed tears for the country: a feeble
to assuagement to their intense grief, but yet to their melancholy homes. others industriously
construct a bier, an easy bier, composed of the leaves & branches & twigs
of the oak and shade the bier thus constructed it when completed with boughs of Trees: In this rustic
litter they plac lay the illustrious youth, gently like the odorous violet or languital drooping hyacinth
plucked by a Virgin hand: that had yet neither lost its beauty nor form: when tho'
maternal earth had even cause to afford it nourishment. Eneas then appeared with
two Robes rigid with Gold & Purple, which the once hap the workmanship of the once
happy Dido, & in ye manufacture of which Slender Gold being used for the Work: The disconsolate Eneas as a last sad
honour, enrobed the youth in one of these garments: and with the other, as with a veil
covered his flaming hair. He added various other articles the produce of the Laurentious
Battle: and ordered the Spoils to be borne in an extended train. To them he added horses
& arms that had been captured from the enemy. He bounds behind their backs the hands of those
who were to be sent to the shades below infernal shades, to sprinkle with their bloods the funeral flame
He commanded the leaders of the enemy themselves, to carry in the funeral train poles garnished with
the hostile arms, and inscribed with the name of the enemies. Persian Acoetes is supported
in the train worn down with Years, now with his hands beating his breast, and anon with his
nails tearing his furrowed cheek: & being more grieved than I can tell you, fell down flat upon
his belly. They carry with them the chariot sprinkled with Rutitian gore. Ethon, the Warhorse
follows, bearing trophies, weeping, and the big tears chasing each other down his face front.
Some bore his Shield others his Spear — the rest of Pallas' arms possessed. A
train of Trojans Eyrrllinians then follow Generals then follow, and Arcadians with arms reversed.
When this long and melancholy suite had proceeded some distance, Eneas stood forward, and
sighing deeply, thus spoke: The same but unbending fate if War excels hence to other woes: Illustrious Pallas
farewell for ever, for ever farewell. No more be spoken, but turned towards the lofty halls, and
directed his steps towards the Camp. And now Enibapadon arrived from the Latian City bearing Olive
branches and imploring pardon. He restored the dead bodies that had been slain, and lay scattered
over the field of battle, and suffered an earthen tumulus to be heaped up to entomb them.
All enmity ceasing towards a slaughtered enemy: and he pardoned them that formerly he had considered
as his friends & companions. The benign Eneas lending an indulgent ear to their supplications, pardoned
them, and thus addressed them. Oh Latians what untoward, for misfortune engaged you in this War
that you despise our friendship? And is not till you are almost exterminated by the cruel fate
of War that you come to us to implore a pardon? Indeed I wish to grant it to those that remain
of you. Nor had I ever set foot in this Country, or waged war with its inhabitants, had I not
been conducted to it by the powers above, as a dwelling plan. Your King abandoned our alliance
preferring to our's the protection of Perseus. Better would it have been had Perseus been compelled to
submit to this degradation.

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an account of the extra expence incurred by the public in the year 1797 in the execution of the acts of parliament for punishing convicts on board the hulks at woolwich by hard labour on the river thames



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