The mother's mark between his flanks defended; Nor less familiar than ACHILLES' heel, That fatal brand on which the life depended Of ŒENEUS' heir, when she, whose heart could feel And in the nephew ceas'd to know the son; - (1) XXVI. So ARTHUR'S frailty was the mortal spot head per lo naso, by the nose; whereupon the face grows livid, the eyes roll back in their sockets, and the decapitated trunk, which was following, at full speed on horseback, the English knight, falls from the saddle a corpse. See Orl. Fur. Cto. xv. 64-87. This amusing fable was probably suggested by the ancient superstition of PROSERPINA and the fated lock, of which we have so beautiful an illustration at the close of the fourth Æneid. (1) At the birth of MELEAGER, Son of ENEUS, king of CALYDON, the Destinies were present, and declared that his life should last while a brand, which they threw upon the fire, should be unconsumed. Immediately his mother, ALTHEA, snatched the billet from the hearth, extinguished it, and treasured it. MELEAGER, having slain the Calydonian boar, gave the spoils to ATALANTA, who had been the first to wound the monster. His uncles, in their jealousy, took them from her, using at the time injurious expressions; and the hero slew them. ALTHEA, on her way to the temples, to render thanks for her son's good fortune, met the escort with the bodies of her brothers, and, in a transport of mingled grief and anger, hurrying back to the palace, restored the billet to the flames. As the last cinder crumbled into ashes, MELEAGER expired. See the Metam. of OVID, lib. viii. fab. 4. Where sordid thought and low desire were not, His weakness was what fell to ADAM's lot, And foul'd with sin JEHOVAH's brightest creature ; XXVII. "Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?" (1) I mean not to apologize for sin In quoting which from human-nature's master ; But this I say, where pleasure is to win, The warm of blood will run the race much faster, XXVIII. Yet deem not ARTHUR sensual; though warm, : (1) Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1. (2) "And let thy liver rather heat with wine," etc. Same; same passage. XXIX. Essentially poetical, to him All beauty was divinity, and Heaven XXX. But most in woman's beauty ARTHUR Saw 'T was there he worshipp'd, and if not with awe, (For this, sensation's thrill was all too sweet,) Yet with an ecstasy that seem'd to draw All feelings to its vortex; and the beat XXXI. BIANCA'S charms could not the observation XXXII. Then he too rose (not CUPID, but our hero,) And took his seat where BLANCHE had just been seated, With sidelong glances, neither harsh nor haughty: XXXIII. Now all this time the packet was in motion, As I suppos'd the reader might suppose, And, though the day was fine, a slight commotion Was ruffling up the ugly sea that flows 'Twixt FRANCE and ENGLAND, worse than open ocean, As every one that 's try'd them both well knows, And spite of gayety, and even flirtation, Poor BLANCHE began to feel an odd sensation. XXXIV. And soon the color of her lovely cheek, That had a tone voluptuous and mellow, Was seen to leave the picture, streak by streak, But with a step less equal and less strong. XXXV. At length (by accident, I deem) she dropp'd Thank'd him in French, with smile and gesture sweet, Began to proffer his commiseration. XXXVI. This took BIANCA as her proper right; And then she took a glass of simple water, Apologizing first with all her might, In the set phrases which her breeding taught her, Was giving his politeness, which besought her Not to suppose that what in any measure Could give her ease was aught to him but pleasure. XXXVII. This mutual and polite exaggeration Against the rails her person backward leant, |