BOOK VIARGUMENTMinerva designing an interview between the daughter of Alcinoüs and Ulysses, admonishes her in a dream to carry down her clothes to the river, that she may wash them, and make them ready for her approaching nuptials. That task performed, the Princess and her train amuse themselves with play; by accident they awake Ulysses; he comes forth from the wood, and applies himself with much address to Nausicaa, who compassionating his distressed condition, and being much affected by the dignity of his appearance, interests herself in his favour, and conducts him to the city.There then the noble suff’rer lay, by sleepOppress’d and labour; meantime, Pallas soughtThe populous city of Phæacia’s sons.They, in old time, in Hypereia dweltThe spacious, neighbours of a giant raceThe haughty Cyclops, who, endued with pow’rSuperior, troubled them with frequent wrongs.Godlike Nausithoüs then arose, who thenceTo Scheria led them, from all nations versedIn arts of cultivated life, remote;10With bulwarks strong their city he enclosed,Built houses for them, temples to the Gods,And gave to each a portion of the soil.But he, already by decree of fateHad journey’d to the shades, and in his steadAlcinoüs, by the Gods instructed, reign’d.To his abode Minerva azure-eyedRepair’d, neglecting nought which might advanceMagnanimous Ulysses’ safe return.She sought the sumptuous chamber where, in form20And feature perfect as the Gods, the youngNausicaa, daughter of the King, reposed.Fast by the pillars of the portal layTwo damsels, one on either side, adorn’dBy all the Graces, and the doors were shut.Soft as a breathing air, she stole towardThe royal virgin’s couch, and at her headStanding, address’d her. Daughter she appear’dOf Dymas, famed for maritime exploits,Her friend and her coeval; so disguised30Cærulean-eyed Minerva thus began.Nausicaa! wherefore hath thy mother borneA child so negligent? Thy garments share,Thy most magnificent, no thought of thine.Yet thou must marry soon, and must provideRobes for thyself, and for thy nuptial train.Thy fame, on these concerns, and honour stand;These managed well, thy parents shall rejoice.The dawn appearing, let us to the placeOf washing, where thy work-mate I will be40For speedier riddance of thy task, since soonThe days of thy virginity shall end;For thou art woo’d already by the primeOf all Phæacia, country of thy birth.Come then—solicit at the dawn of dayThy royal father, that he send thee forthWith mules and carriage for conveyance henceOf thy best robes, thy mantles and thy zones.Thus, more commodiously thou shalt performThe journey, for the cisterns lie remote.50So saying, Minerva, Goddess azure-eyed,Rose to Olympus, the reputed seatEternal of the Gods, which never stormsDisturb, rains drench, or snow invades, but calmThe expanse and cloudless shines with purest day.There the inhabitants divine rejoiceFor ever, (and her admonition giv’n)Cærulean-eyed Minerva thither flew.Now came Aurora bright-enthroned, whose raysAwaken’d fair Nausicaa; she her dream60Remember’d wond’ring, and her parents soughtAnxious to tell them. Them she found within.Beside the hearth her royal mother sat,Spinning soft fleeces with sea-purple dyedAmong her menial maidens, but she metHer father, whom the Nobles of the landHad summon’d, issuing abroad to joinThe illustrious Chiefs in council. At his sideShe stood, and thus her filial suit preferr’d.Sir!23wilt thou lend me of the royal wains70A sumpter-carriage? for I wish to bearMy costly cloaths but sullied and unfitFor use, at present, to the river side.It is but seemly that thou should’st repairThyself to consultation with the ChiefsOf all Phæacia, clad in pure attire;And my own brothers five, who dwell at home,Two wedded, and the rest of age to wed,Are all desirous, when they dance, to wearRaiment new bleach’d; all which is my concern.80So spake Nausicaa; for she dared not nameHer own glad nuptials to her father’s ear,Who, conscious yet of all her drift, replied.I grudge thee neither mules, my child, nor aughtThat thou canst ask beside. Go, and my trainShall furnish thee a sumpter-carriage forthHigh-built, strong-wheel’d, and of capacious size.So saying, he issued his command, whom quickHis grooms obey’d. They in the court preparedThe sumpter-carriage, and adjoin’d the mules.90And now the virgin from her chamber, chargedWith raiment, came, which on the car she placed,And in the carriage-chest, meantime, the Queen,Her mother, viands of all kinds disposed,And fill’d a skin with wine. Nausicaa roseInto her seat; but, ere she went, receivedA golden cruse of oil from the Queen’s handFor unction of herself, and of her maids.Then, seizing scourge and reins, she lash’d the mules.They trampled loud the soil, straining to draw100Herself with all her vesture; nor aloneShe went, but follow’d by her virgin train.At the delightful rivulet arrivedWhere those perennial cisterns were preparedWith purest crystal of the fountain fedProfuse, sufficient for the deepest stains,Loosing the mules, they drove them forth to browzeOn the sweet herb beside the dimpled flood.The carriage, next, light’ning, they bore in handThe garments down to the unsullied wave,110And thrust them heap’d into the pools, their taskDispatching brisk, and with an emulous haste.When they had all purified, and no spotCould now be seen, or blemish more, they spreadThe raiment orderly along the beachWhere dashing tides had cleansed the pebbles most,And laving, next, and smoothing o’er with oilTheir limbs, all seated on the river’s bank,They took repast, leaving the garments, stretch’dIn noon-day fervour of the sun, to dry.120Their hunger satisfied, at once aroseThe mistress and her train, and putting offTheir head-attire, play’d wanton with the ball,The princess singing to her maids the while.Such as shaft-arm’d Diana roams the hills,Täygetus sky-capt, or Erymanth,The wild boar chasing, or fleet-footed hind,All joy; the rural nymphs, daughters of Jove,Sport with her, and Latona’s heart exults;She high her graceful head above the rest130And features lifts divine, though all be fair,With ease distinguishable from them all;So, all her train, she, virgin pure, surpass’d.But when the hour of her departure thenceApproach’d (the mules now yoked again, and allHer elegant apparel folded neat)Minerva azure-eyed mused how to wakeUlysses, that he might behold the fairVirgin, his destin’d guide into the town.The Princess, then, casting the ball toward140A maiden of her train, erroneous threwAnd plunged it deep into the dimpling stream.All shrieked; Ulysses at the sound awoke,And, sitting, meditated thus the cause.Ah me! what mortal race inhabit here?Rude are they, contumacious and unjust?Or hospitable, and who fear the Gods?So shrill the cry and feminine of nymphsFills all the air around, such as frequentThe hills, clear fountains, and herbaceous meads.150Is this a neighbourhood of men enduedWith voice articulate? But what availsTo ask; I will myself go forth and see.So saying, divine Ulysses from beneathHis thicket crept, and from the leafy woodA spreading branch pluck’d forcibly, design’dA decent skreen effectual, held before.So forth he went, as goes the lion forth,The mountain-lion, conscious of his strength,Whom winds have vex’d and rains; fire fills his eyes,160And whether herds or flocks, or woodland deerHe find, he rends them, and, adust for blood,Abstains not even from the guarded fold,Such sure to seem in virgin eyes, the Chief,All naked as he was, left his retreat,Reluctant, by necessity constrain’d.Him foul with sea foam horror-struck they view’d,And o’er the jutting shores fled all dispersed.Nausicaa alone fled not; for herPallas courageous made, and from her limbs,170By pow’r divine, all tremour took away.Firm she expected him; he doubtful stood,Or to implore the lovely maid, her kneesEmbracing, or aloof standing, to askIn gentle terms discrete the gift of cloaths,And guidance to the city where she dwelt.Him so deliberating, most, at length,This counsel pleas’d; in suppliant terms aloofTo sue to her, lest if he clasp’d her knees,The virgin should that bolder course resent.180Then gentle, thus, and well-advised he spake.Oh Queen! thy earnest suppliant I approach.Art thou some Goddess, or of mortal race?For if some Goddess, and from heaven arrived,Diana, then, daughter of mighty JoveI deem thee most, for such as hers appearThy form, thy stature, and thy air divine.But if, of mortal race, thou dwell below,Thrice happy then, thy parents I account,And happy thrice thy brethren. Ah! the joy190Which always for thy sake, their bosoms fill,When thee they view, all lovely as thou art,Ent’ring majestic on the graceful dance.But him beyond all others blest I deem,The youth, who, wealthier than his rich compeers,Shall win and lead thee to his honour’d home.For never with these eyes a mortal formBeheld I comparable aught to thine,In man or woman. Wonder-wrapt I gaze.Such erst, in Delos, I beheld a palm200Beside the altar of Apollo, tall,And growing still; (for thither too I sail’d,And num’rous were my followers in a voyageOrdain’d my ruin) and as then I view’dThat palm long time amazed, for never grewSo strait a shaft, so lovely from the ground,So, Princess! thee with wonder I behold,Charm’d into fixt astonishment, by aweAlone forbidden to embrace thy knees,For I am one on whom much woe hath fall’n.210Yesterday I escaped (the twentieth dayOf my distress by sea) the dreary Deep;For, all those days, the waves and rapid stormsBore me along, impetuous from the isleOgygia; till at length the will of heav’nCast me, that I might also here sustainAffliction on your shore; for rest, I think,Is not for me. No. The Immortal GodsHave much to accomplish ere that day arrive.But, oh Queen, pity me! who after long220Calamities endured, of all who liveThee first approach, nor mortal know besideOf the inhabitants of all the land.Shew me your city; give me, although coarse,Some cov’ring (if coarse cov’ringthoucanst give)And may the Gods thy largest wishes grant,House, husband, concord! for of all the giftsOf heav’n, more precious none I deem, than peace’Twixt wedded pair, and union undissolved;Envy torments their enemies, but joy230Fills ev’ry virtuous breast, and most their own.To whom Nausicaa the fair replied.Since, stranger! neither base by birth thou seem’st,Nor unintelligent, (but Jove, the KingOlympian, gives to good and bad alikeProsperity according to his will,And grief to thee, which thou must patient bear,)Now, therefore, at our land and city arrived,Nor garment thou shalt want, nor aught besideDue to a suppliant guest like thee forlorn.240I will both show thee where our city stands,And who dwell here. Phæacia’s sons possessThis land; but I am daughter of their KingThe brave Alcinoüs, on whose sway dependsFor strength and wealth the whole Phæacian race.She said, and to her beauteous maidens gaveInstant commandment—My attendants, stay!Why flee ye thus, and whither, from the sightOf a mere mortal? Seems he in your eyesSome enemy of ours? The heart beats not,250Nor shall it beat hereafter, which shall comeAn enemy to the Phæacian shores,So dear to the immortal Gods are we.Remote, amid the billowy Deep, we holdOur dwelling, utmost of all human-kind,And free from mixture with a foreign race.This man, a miserable wand’rer comes,Whom we are bound to cherish, for the poorAnd stranger are from Jove, and trivial giftsTo such are welcome. Bring ye therefore food260And wine, my maidens, for the guest’s regale,And lave him where the stream is shelter’d most.She spake; they stood, and by each other’s wordsEncouraged, placed Ulysses where the bankO’erhung the stream, as fair Nausicaa bade,Daughter of King Alcinoüs the renown’d.Apparel also at his side they spread,Mantle and vest, and, next, the limpid oilPresenting to him in the golden cruse,Exhorted him to bathe in the clear stream.270Ulysses then the maidens thus bespake.Ye maidens, stand apart, that I may cleanse,Myself, my shoulders from the briny surf,And give them oil which they have wanted long.But in your presence I bathe not, ashamedTo show myself uncloath’d to female eyes.He said; they went, and to Nausicaa toldHis answer; then the Hero in the streamHis shoulders laved, and loins incrusted roughWith the salt spray, and with his hands the scum280Of the wild ocean from his locks express’d.Thus wash’d all over, and refresh’d with oil,He put the garments on, Nausicaa’s gift.Then Pallas, progeny of Jove, his formDilated more, and from his head diffusedHis curling locks like hyacinthine flowers.As when some artist, by Minerva madeAnd Vulcan wise to execute all tasksIngenious, binding with a golden vergeBright silver, finishes a graceful work,290Such grace the Goddess o’er his ample chestCopious diffused, and o’er his manly brows.Retiring, on the beach he sat, with graceAnd dignity illumed, where, viewing him,The virgin Princess, with amazement mark’dHis beauty, and her damsels thus bespake.My white-arm’d maidens, listen to my voice!Not hated, sure, by all above, this manAmong Phæacia’s godlike sons arrives.At first I deem’d him of plebeian sort300Dishonourable, but he now assumesA near resemblance to the Gods above.Ah! would to heaven it were my lot to callHusband, some native of our land like himAccomplish’d, and content to inhabit here!Give him, my maidens, food, and give him wine.She ended; they obedient to her will,Both wine and food, dispatchful, placed, and glad,Before Ulysses; he rapacious ate,Toil-suff’ring Chief, and drank, for he had lived310From taste of aliment long time estranged.On other thoughts meantime intent, her chargeOf folded vestments neat the Princess placedWithin the royal wain, then yoked the mules,And to her seat herself ascending, call’dUlysses to depart, and thus she spake.Up, stranger! seek the city. I will leadThy steps toward my royal Father’s house,Where all Phæacia’s Nobles thou shalt see.But thou (for I account thee not unwise)320This course pursue. While through the fields we pass,And labours of the rural hind, so longWith my attendants follow fast the mulesAnd sumpter-carriage. I will be thy guide.But, once the summit gain’d, on which is builtOur city with proud bulwarks fenced around,And laved on both sides by its pleasant portOf narrow entrance, where our gallant barksLine all the road, each station’d in her place,And where, adjoining close the splendid fane330Of Neptune, stands the forum with huge stonesFrom quarries thither drawn, constructed strong,In which the rigging of their barks they keep,Sail-cloth and cordage, and make smooth their oars;(For bow and quiver the Phæacian raceHeed not, but masts and oars, and ships well-poised,With which exulting they divide the flood)Then, cautious, I would shun their bitter tauntsDisgustful, lest they mock me as I pass;For of the meaner people some are coarse340In the extreme, and it may chance that one,The basest there seeing us shall exclaim—What handsome stranger of athletic formAttends the Princess? Where had she the chanceTo find him? We shall see them wedded soon.Either she hath received some vagrant guestFrom distant lands, (for no land neighbours ours)Or by her pray’rs incessant won, some GodHath left the heav’ns to be for ever hers.’Tis well if she have found, by her own search,350An husband for herself, since she accountsThe Nobles of Phæacia, who her handSolicit num’rous, worthy to be scorn’d—Thus will they speak, injurious. I should blameA virgin guilty of such conduct much,Myself, who reckless of her parents’ will,Should so familiar with a man consort,Ere celebration of her spousal rites.But mark me, stranger! following my advice,Thou shalt the sooner at my father’s hands360Obtain safe conduct and conveyance home.Sacred to Pallas a delightful groveOf poplars skirts the road, which we shall reachEre long; within that grove a fountain flows,And meads encircle it; my father’s farmIs there, and his luxuriant garden plot;A shout might reach it from the city-walls.There wait, till in the town arrived, we gainMy father’s palace, and when reason bidsSuppose us there, then ent’ring thou the town,370Ask where Alcinoüs dwells, my valiant Sire.Well known is his abode, so that with easeA child might lead thee to it, for in noughtThe other houses of our land the houseResemble, in which dwells the Hero, KingAlcinoüs. Once within the court receivedPause not, but, with swift pace advancing, seekMy mother; she beside a column sitsIn the hearth’s blaze, twirling her fleecy threadsTinged with sea-purple, bright, magnificent!380With all her maidens orderly behind.There also stands my father’s throne, on whichSeated, he drinks and banquets like a God.Pass that; then suppliant clasp my mother’s knees,So shalt thou quickly win a glad returnTo thy own home, however far remote.Her favour, once, and her kind aid secured,Thenceforth thou may’st expect thy friends to see,Thy dwelling, and thy native soil again.So saying, she with her splendid scourge the mules390Lash’d onward. They (the stream soon left behind)With even footsteps graceful smote the ground;But so she ruled them, managing with artThe scourge, as not to leave afar, althoughFollowing on foot, Ulysses and her train.The sun had now declined, when in that groveRenown’d, to Pallas sacred, they arrived,In which Ulysses sat, and fervent thusSued to the daughter of Jove Ægis-arm’d.Daughter invincible of Jove supreme!400Oh, hear me! Hear me now, because when erstThe mighty Shaker of the shores incensedToss’d me from wave to wave, thou heard’st me not.Grant me, among Phæacia’s sons, to findBenevolence and pity of my woes!He spake, whose pray’r well-pleas’d the Goddess heard,But, rev’rencing the brother of her sire,24Appear’d not to Ulysses yet, whom hePursued with fury to his native shores.23In the Original, she calls him, pappa! a more natural stile of address and more endearing. But ancient as this appellative is, it is also so familiar in modern use, that the Translator feared to hazard it.24Neptune.
Minerva designing an interview between the daughter of Alcinoüs and Ulysses, admonishes her in a dream to carry down her clothes to the river, that she may wash them, and make them ready for her approaching nuptials. That task performed, the Princess and her train amuse themselves with play; by accident they awake Ulysses; he comes forth from the wood, and applies himself with much address to Nausicaa, who compassionating his distressed condition, and being much affected by the dignity of his appearance, interests herself in his favour, and conducts him to the city.
There then the noble suff’rer lay, by sleepOppress’d and labour; meantime, Pallas soughtThe populous city of Phæacia’s sons.They, in old time, in Hypereia dweltThe spacious, neighbours of a giant raceThe haughty Cyclops, who, endued with pow’rSuperior, troubled them with frequent wrongs.Godlike Nausithoüs then arose, who thenceTo Scheria led them, from all nations versedIn arts of cultivated life, remote;10With bulwarks strong their city he enclosed,Built houses for them, temples to the Gods,And gave to each a portion of the soil.But he, already by decree of fateHad journey’d to the shades, and in his steadAlcinoüs, by the Gods instructed, reign’d.To his abode Minerva azure-eyedRepair’d, neglecting nought which might advanceMagnanimous Ulysses’ safe return.She sought the sumptuous chamber where, in form20And feature perfect as the Gods, the youngNausicaa, daughter of the King, reposed.Fast by the pillars of the portal layTwo damsels, one on either side, adorn’dBy all the Graces, and the doors were shut.Soft as a breathing air, she stole towardThe royal virgin’s couch, and at her headStanding, address’d her. Daughter she appear’dOf Dymas, famed for maritime exploits,Her friend and her coeval; so disguised30Cærulean-eyed Minerva thus began.Nausicaa! wherefore hath thy mother borneA child so negligent? Thy garments share,Thy most magnificent, no thought of thine.Yet thou must marry soon, and must provideRobes for thyself, and for thy nuptial train.Thy fame, on these concerns, and honour stand;These managed well, thy parents shall rejoice.The dawn appearing, let us to the placeOf washing, where thy work-mate I will be40For speedier riddance of thy task, since soonThe days of thy virginity shall end;For thou art woo’d already by the primeOf all Phæacia, country of thy birth.Come then—solicit at the dawn of dayThy royal father, that he send thee forthWith mules and carriage for conveyance henceOf thy best robes, thy mantles and thy zones.Thus, more commodiously thou shalt performThe journey, for the cisterns lie remote.50So saying, Minerva, Goddess azure-eyed,Rose to Olympus, the reputed seatEternal of the Gods, which never stormsDisturb, rains drench, or snow invades, but calmThe expanse and cloudless shines with purest day.There the inhabitants divine rejoiceFor ever, (and her admonition giv’n)Cærulean-eyed Minerva thither flew.Now came Aurora bright-enthroned, whose raysAwaken’d fair Nausicaa; she her dream60Remember’d wond’ring, and her parents soughtAnxious to tell them. Them she found within.Beside the hearth her royal mother sat,Spinning soft fleeces with sea-purple dyedAmong her menial maidens, but she metHer father, whom the Nobles of the landHad summon’d, issuing abroad to joinThe illustrious Chiefs in council. At his sideShe stood, and thus her filial suit preferr’d.Sir!23wilt thou lend me of the royal wains70A sumpter-carriage? for I wish to bearMy costly cloaths but sullied and unfitFor use, at present, to the river side.It is but seemly that thou should’st repairThyself to consultation with the ChiefsOf all Phæacia, clad in pure attire;And my own brothers five, who dwell at home,Two wedded, and the rest of age to wed,Are all desirous, when they dance, to wearRaiment new bleach’d; all which is my concern.80So spake Nausicaa; for she dared not nameHer own glad nuptials to her father’s ear,Who, conscious yet of all her drift, replied.I grudge thee neither mules, my child, nor aughtThat thou canst ask beside. Go, and my trainShall furnish thee a sumpter-carriage forthHigh-built, strong-wheel’d, and of capacious size.So saying, he issued his command, whom quickHis grooms obey’d. They in the court preparedThe sumpter-carriage, and adjoin’d the mules.90And now the virgin from her chamber, chargedWith raiment, came, which on the car she placed,And in the carriage-chest, meantime, the Queen,Her mother, viands of all kinds disposed,And fill’d a skin with wine. Nausicaa roseInto her seat; but, ere she went, receivedA golden cruse of oil from the Queen’s handFor unction of herself, and of her maids.Then, seizing scourge and reins, she lash’d the mules.They trampled loud the soil, straining to draw100Herself with all her vesture; nor aloneShe went, but follow’d by her virgin train.At the delightful rivulet arrivedWhere those perennial cisterns were preparedWith purest crystal of the fountain fedProfuse, sufficient for the deepest stains,Loosing the mules, they drove them forth to browzeOn the sweet herb beside the dimpled flood.The carriage, next, light’ning, they bore in handThe garments down to the unsullied wave,110And thrust them heap’d into the pools, their taskDispatching brisk, and with an emulous haste.When they had all purified, and no spotCould now be seen, or blemish more, they spreadThe raiment orderly along the beachWhere dashing tides had cleansed the pebbles most,And laving, next, and smoothing o’er with oilTheir limbs, all seated on the river’s bank,They took repast, leaving the garments, stretch’dIn noon-day fervour of the sun, to dry.120Their hunger satisfied, at once aroseThe mistress and her train, and putting offTheir head-attire, play’d wanton with the ball,The princess singing to her maids the while.Such as shaft-arm’d Diana roams the hills,Täygetus sky-capt, or Erymanth,The wild boar chasing, or fleet-footed hind,All joy; the rural nymphs, daughters of Jove,Sport with her, and Latona’s heart exults;She high her graceful head above the rest130And features lifts divine, though all be fair,With ease distinguishable from them all;So, all her train, she, virgin pure, surpass’d.But when the hour of her departure thenceApproach’d (the mules now yoked again, and allHer elegant apparel folded neat)Minerva azure-eyed mused how to wakeUlysses, that he might behold the fairVirgin, his destin’d guide into the town.The Princess, then, casting the ball toward140A maiden of her train, erroneous threwAnd plunged it deep into the dimpling stream.All shrieked; Ulysses at the sound awoke,And, sitting, meditated thus the cause.Ah me! what mortal race inhabit here?Rude are they, contumacious and unjust?Or hospitable, and who fear the Gods?So shrill the cry and feminine of nymphsFills all the air around, such as frequentThe hills, clear fountains, and herbaceous meads.150Is this a neighbourhood of men enduedWith voice articulate? But what availsTo ask; I will myself go forth and see.So saying, divine Ulysses from beneathHis thicket crept, and from the leafy woodA spreading branch pluck’d forcibly, design’dA decent skreen effectual, held before.So forth he went, as goes the lion forth,The mountain-lion, conscious of his strength,Whom winds have vex’d and rains; fire fills his eyes,160And whether herds or flocks, or woodland deerHe find, he rends them, and, adust for blood,Abstains not even from the guarded fold,Such sure to seem in virgin eyes, the Chief,All naked as he was, left his retreat,Reluctant, by necessity constrain’d.Him foul with sea foam horror-struck they view’d,And o’er the jutting shores fled all dispersed.Nausicaa alone fled not; for herPallas courageous made, and from her limbs,170By pow’r divine, all tremour took away.Firm she expected him; he doubtful stood,Or to implore the lovely maid, her kneesEmbracing, or aloof standing, to askIn gentle terms discrete the gift of cloaths,And guidance to the city where she dwelt.Him so deliberating, most, at length,This counsel pleas’d; in suppliant terms aloofTo sue to her, lest if he clasp’d her knees,The virgin should that bolder course resent.180Then gentle, thus, and well-advised he spake.Oh Queen! thy earnest suppliant I approach.Art thou some Goddess, or of mortal race?For if some Goddess, and from heaven arrived,Diana, then, daughter of mighty JoveI deem thee most, for such as hers appearThy form, thy stature, and thy air divine.But if, of mortal race, thou dwell below,Thrice happy then, thy parents I account,And happy thrice thy brethren. Ah! the joy190Which always for thy sake, their bosoms fill,When thee they view, all lovely as thou art,Ent’ring majestic on the graceful dance.But him beyond all others blest I deem,The youth, who, wealthier than his rich compeers,Shall win and lead thee to his honour’d home.For never with these eyes a mortal formBeheld I comparable aught to thine,In man or woman. Wonder-wrapt I gaze.Such erst, in Delos, I beheld a palm200Beside the altar of Apollo, tall,And growing still; (for thither too I sail’d,And num’rous were my followers in a voyageOrdain’d my ruin) and as then I view’dThat palm long time amazed, for never grewSo strait a shaft, so lovely from the ground,So, Princess! thee with wonder I behold,Charm’d into fixt astonishment, by aweAlone forbidden to embrace thy knees,For I am one on whom much woe hath fall’n.210Yesterday I escaped (the twentieth dayOf my distress by sea) the dreary Deep;For, all those days, the waves and rapid stormsBore me along, impetuous from the isleOgygia; till at length the will of heav’nCast me, that I might also here sustainAffliction on your shore; for rest, I think,Is not for me. No. The Immortal GodsHave much to accomplish ere that day arrive.But, oh Queen, pity me! who after long220Calamities endured, of all who liveThee first approach, nor mortal know besideOf the inhabitants of all the land.Shew me your city; give me, although coarse,Some cov’ring (if coarse cov’ringthoucanst give)And may the Gods thy largest wishes grant,House, husband, concord! for of all the giftsOf heav’n, more precious none I deem, than peace’Twixt wedded pair, and union undissolved;Envy torments their enemies, but joy230Fills ev’ry virtuous breast, and most their own.To whom Nausicaa the fair replied.Since, stranger! neither base by birth thou seem’st,Nor unintelligent, (but Jove, the KingOlympian, gives to good and bad alikeProsperity according to his will,And grief to thee, which thou must patient bear,)Now, therefore, at our land and city arrived,Nor garment thou shalt want, nor aught besideDue to a suppliant guest like thee forlorn.240I will both show thee where our city stands,And who dwell here. Phæacia’s sons possessThis land; but I am daughter of their KingThe brave Alcinoüs, on whose sway dependsFor strength and wealth the whole Phæacian race.She said, and to her beauteous maidens gaveInstant commandment—My attendants, stay!Why flee ye thus, and whither, from the sightOf a mere mortal? Seems he in your eyesSome enemy of ours? The heart beats not,250Nor shall it beat hereafter, which shall comeAn enemy to the Phæacian shores,So dear to the immortal Gods are we.Remote, amid the billowy Deep, we holdOur dwelling, utmost of all human-kind,And free from mixture with a foreign race.This man, a miserable wand’rer comes,Whom we are bound to cherish, for the poorAnd stranger are from Jove, and trivial giftsTo such are welcome. Bring ye therefore food260And wine, my maidens, for the guest’s regale,And lave him where the stream is shelter’d most.She spake; they stood, and by each other’s wordsEncouraged, placed Ulysses where the bankO’erhung the stream, as fair Nausicaa bade,Daughter of King Alcinoüs the renown’d.Apparel also at his side they spread,Mantle and vest, and, next, the limpid oilPresenting to him in the golden cruse,Exhorted him to bathe in the clear stream.270Ulysses then the maidens thus bespake.Ye maidens, stand apart, that I may cleanse,Myself, my shoulders from the briny surf,And give them oil which they have wanted long.But in your presence I bathe not, ashamedTo show myself uncloath’d to female eyes.He said; they went, and to Nausicaa toldHis answer; then the Hero in the streamHis shoulders laved, and loins incrusted roughWith the salt spray, and with his hands the scum280Of the wild ocean from his locks express’d.Thus wash’d all over, and refresh’d with oil,He put the garments on, Nausicaa’s gift.Then Pallas, progeny of Jove, his formDilated more, and from his head diffusedHis curling locks like hyacinthine flowers.As when some artist, by Minerva madeAnd Vulcan wise to execute all tasksIngenious, binding with a golden vergeBright silver, finishes a graceful work,290Such grace the Goddess o’er his ample chestCopious diffused, and o’er his manly brows.Retiring, on the beach he sat, with graceAnd dignity illumed, where, viewing him,The virgin Princess, with amazement mark’dHis beauty, and her damsels thus bespake.My white-arm’d maidens, listen to my voice!Not hated, sure, by all above, this manAmong Phæacia’s godlike sons arrives.At first I deem’d him of plebeian sort300Dishonourable, but he now assumesA near resemblance to the Gods above.Ah! would to heaven it were my lot to callHusband, some native of our land like himAccomplish’d, and content to inhabit here!Give him, my maidens, food, and give him wine.She ended; they obedient to her will,Both wine and food, dispatchful, placed, and glad,Before Ulysses; he rapacious ate,Toil-suff’ring Chief, and drank, for he had lived310From taste of aliment long time estranged.On other thoughts meantime intent, her chargeOf folded vestments neat the Princess placedWithin the royal wain, then yoked the mules,And to her seat herself ascending, call’dUlysses to depart, and thus she spake.Up, stranger! seek the city. I will leadThy steps toward my royal Father’s house,Where all Phæacia’s Nobles thou shalt see.But thou (for I account thee not unwise)320This course pursue. While through the fields we pass,And labours of the rural hind, so longWith my attendants follow fast the mulesAnd sumpter-carriage. I will be thy guide.But, once the summit gain’d, on which is builtOur city with proud bulwarks fenced around,And laved on both sides by its pleasant portOf narrow entrance, where our gallant barksLine all the road, each station’d in her place,And where, adjoining close the splendid fane330Of Neptune, stands the forum with huge stonesFrom quarries thither drawn, constructed strong,In which the rigging of their barks they keep,Sail-cloth and cordage, and make smooth their oars;(For bow and quiver the Phæacian raceHeed not, but masts and oars, and ships well-poised,With which exulting they divide the flood)Then, cautious, I would shun their bitter tauntsDisgustful, lest they mock me as I pass;For of the meaner people some are coarse340In the extreme, and it may chance that one,The basest there seeing us shall exclaim—What handsome stranger of athletic formAttends the Princess? Where had she the chanceTo find him? We shall see them wedded soon.Either she hath received some vagrant guestFrom distant lands, (for no land neighbours ours)Or by her pray’rs incessant won, some GodHath left the heav’ns to be for ever hers.’Tis well if she have found, by her own search,350An husband for herself, since she accountsThe Nobles of Phæacia, who her handSolicit num’rous, worthy to be scorn’d—Thus will they speak, injurious. I should blameA virgin guilty of such conduct much,Myself, who reckless of her parents’ will,Should so familiar with a man consort,Ere celebration of her spousal rites.But mark me, stranger! following my advice,Thou shalt the sooner at my father’s hands360Obtain safe conduct and conveyance home.Sacred to Pallas a delightful groveOf poplars skirts the road, which we shall reachEre long; within that grove a fountain flows,And meads encircle it; my father’s farmIs there, and his luxuriant garden plot;A shout might reach it from the city-walls.There wait, till in the town arrived, we gainMy father’s palace, and when reason bidsSuppose us there, then ent’ring thou the town,370Ask where Alcinoüs dwells, my valiant Sire.Well known is his abode, so that with easeA child might lead thee to it, for in noughtThe other houses of our land the houseResemble, in which dwells the Hero, KingAlcinoüs. Once within the court receivedPause not, but, with swift pace advancing, seekMy mother; she beside a column sitsIn the hearth’s blaze, twirling her fleecy threadsTinged with sea-purple, bright, magnificent!380With all her maidens orderly behind.There also stands my father’s throne, on whichSeated, he drinks and banquets like a God.Pass that; then suppliant clasp my mother’s knees,So shalt thou quickly win a glad returnTo thy own home, however far remote.Her favour, once, and her kind aid secured,Thenceforth thou may’st expect thy friends to see,Thy dwelling, and thy native soil again.So saying, she with her splendid scourge the mules390Lash’d onward. They (the stream soon left behind)With even footsteps graceful smote the ground;But so she ruled them, managing with artThe scourge, as not to leave afar, althoughFollowing on foot, Ulysses and her train.The sun had now declined, when in that groveRenown’d, to Pallas sacred, they arrived,In which Ulysses sat, and fervent thusSued to the daughter of Jove Ægis-arm’d.Daughter invincible of Jove supreme!400Oh, hear me! Hear me now, because when erstThe mighty Shaker of the shores incensedToss’d me from wave to wave, thou heard’st me not.Grant me, among Phæacia’s sons, to findBenevolence and pity of my woes!He spake, whose pray’r well-pleas’d the Goddess heard,But, rev’rencing the brother of her sire,24Appear’d not to Ulysses yet, whom hePursued with fury to his native shores.
There then the noble suff’rer lay, by sleepOppress’d and labour; meantime, Pallas soughtThe populous city of Phæacia’s sons.They, in old time, in Hypereia dweltThe spacious, neighbours of a giant raceThe haughty Cyclops, who, endued with pow’rSuperior, troubled them with frequent wrongs.Godlike Nausithoüs then arose, who thenceTo Scheria led them, from all nations versedIn arts of cultivated life, remote;10With bulwarks strong their city he enclosed,Built houses for them, temples to the Gods,And gave to each a portion of the soil.But he, already by decree of fateHad journey’d to the shades, and in his steadAlcinoüs, by the Gods instructed, reign’d.To his abode Minerva azure-eyedRepair’d, neglecting nought which might advanceMagnanimous Ulysses’ safe return.She sought the sumptuous chamber where, in form20And feature perfect as the Gods, the youngNausicaa, daughter of the King, reposed.Fast by the pillars of the portal layTwo damsels, one on either side, adorn’dBy all the Graces, and the doors were shut.Soft as a breathing air, she stole towardThe royal virgin’s couch, and at her headStanding, address’d her. Daughter she appear’dOf Dymas, famed for maritime exploits,Her friend and her coeval; so disguised30Cærulean-eyed Minerva thus began.Nausicaa! wherefore hath thy mother borneA child so negligent? Thy garments share,Thy most magnificent, no thought of thine.Yet thou must marry soon, and must provideRobes for thyself, and for thy nuptial train.Thy fame, on these concerns, and honour stand;These managed well, thy parents shall rejoice.The dawn appearing, let us to the placeOf washing, where thy work-mate I will be40For speedier riddance of thy task, since soonThe days of thy virginity shall end;For thou art woo’d already by the primeOf all Phæacia, country of thy birth.Come then—solicit at the dawn of dayThy royal father, that he send thee forthWith mules and carriage for conveyance henceOf thy best robes, thy mantles and thy zones.Thus, more commodiously thou shalt performThe journey, for the cisterns lie remote.50So saying, Minerva, Goddess azure-eyed,Rose to Olympus, the reputed seatEternal of the Gods, which never stormsDisturb, rains drench, or snow invades, but calmThe expanse and cloudless shines with purest day.There the inhabitants divine rejoiceFor ever, (and her admonition giv’n)Cærulean-eyed Minerva thither flew.Now came Aurora bright-enthroned, whose raysAwaken’d fair Nausicaa; she her dream60Remember’d wond’ring, and her parents soughtAnxious to tell them. Them she found within.Beside the hearth her royal mother sat,Spinning soft fleeces with sea-purple dyedAmong her menial maidens, but she metHer father, whom the Nobles of the landHad summon’d, issuing abroad to joinThe illustrious Chiefs in council. At his sideShe stood, and thus her filial suit preferr’d.Sir!23wilt thou lend me of the royal wains70A sumpter-carriage? for I wish to bearMy costly cloaths but sullied and unfitFor use, at present, to the river side.It is but seemly that thou should’st repairThyself to consultation with the ChiefsOf all Phæacia, clad in pure attire;And my own brothers five, who dwell at home,Two wedded, and the rest of age to wed,Are all desirous, when they dance, to wearRaiment new bleach’d; all which is my concern.80So spake Nausicaa; for she dared not nameHer own glad nuptials to her father’s ear,Who, conscious yet of all her drift, replied.I grudge thee neither mules, my child, nor aughtThat thou canst ask beside. Go, and my trainShall furnish thee a sumpter-carriage forthHigh-built, strong-wheel’d, and of capacious size.So saying, he issued his command, whom quickHis grooms obey’d. They in the court preparedThe sumpter-carriage, and adjoin’d the mules.90And now the virgin from her chamber, chargedWith raiment, came, which on the car she placed,And in the carriage-chest, meantime, the Queen,Her mother, viands of all kinds disposed,And fill’d a skin with wine. Nausicaa roseInto her seat; but, ere she went, receivedA golden cruse of oil from the Queen’s handFor unction of herself, and of her maids.Then, seizing scourge and reins, she lash’d the mules.They trampled loud the soil, straining to draw100Herself with all her vesture; nor aloneShe went, but follow’d by her virgin train.At the delightful rivulet arrivedWhere those perennial cisterns were preparedWith purest crystal of the fountain fedProfuse, sufficient for the deepest stains,Loosing the mules, they drove them forth to browzeOn the sweet herb beside the dimpled flood.The carriage, next, light’ning, they bore in handThe garments down to the unsullied wave,110And thrust them heap’d into the pools, their taskDispatching brisk, and with an emulous haste.When they had all purified, and no spotCould now be seen, or blemish more, they spreadThe raiment orderly along the beachWhere dashing tides had cleansed the pebbles most,And laving, next, and smoothing o’er with oilTheir limbs, all seated on the river’s bank,They took repast, leaving the garments, stretch’dIn noon-day fervour of the sun, to dry.120Their hunger satisfied, at once aroseThe mistress and her train, and putting offTheir head-attire, play’d wanton with the ball,The princess singing to her maids the while.Such as shaft-arm’d Diana roams the hills,Täygetus sky-capt, or Erymanth,The wild boar chasing, or fleet-footed hind,All joy; the rural nymphs, daughters of Jove,Sport with her, and Latona’s heart exults;She high her graceful head above the rest130And features lifts divine, though all be fair,With ease distinguishable from them all;So, all her train, she, virgin pure, surpass’d.But when the hour of her departure thenceApproach’d (the mules now yoked again, and allHer elegant apparel folded neat)Minerva azure-eyed mused how to wakeUlysses, that he might behold the fairVirgin, his destin’d guide into the town.The Princess, then, casting the ball toward140A maiden of her train, erroneous threwAnd plunged it deep into the dimpling stream.All shrieked; Ulysses at the sound awoke,And, sitting, meditated thus the cause.Ah me! what mortal race inhabit here?Rude are they, contumacious and unjust?Or hospitable, and who fear the Gods?So shrill the cry and feminine of nymphsFills all the air around, such as frequentThe hills, clear fountains, and herbaceous meads.150Is this a neighbourhood of men enduedWith voice articulate? But what availsTo ask; I will myself go forth and see.So saying, divine Ulysses from beneathHis thicket crept, and from the leafy woodA spreading branch pluck’d forcibly, design’dA decent skreen effectual, held before.So forth he went, as goes the lion forth,The mountain-lion, conscious of his strength,Whom winds have vex’d and rains; fire fills his eyes,160And whether herds or flocks, or woodland deerHe find, he rends them, and, adust for blood,Abstains not even from the guarded fold,Such sure to seem in virgin eyes, the Chief,All naked as he was, left his retreat,Reluctant, by necessity constrain’d.Him foul with sea foam horror-struck they view’d,And o’er the jutting shores fled all dispersed.Nausicaa alone fled not; for herPallas courageous made, and from her limbs,170By pow’r divine, all tremour took away.Firm she expected him; he doubtful stood,Or to implore the lovely maid, her kneesEmbracing, or aloof standing, to askIn gentle terms discrete the gift of cloaths,And guidance to the city where she dwelt.Him so deliberating, most, at length,This counsel pleas’d; in suppliant terms aloofTo sue to her, lest if he clasp’d her knees,The virgin should that bolder course resent.180Then gentle, thus, and well-advised he spake.Oh Queen! thy earnest suppliant I approach.Art thou some Goddess, or of mortal race?For if some Goddess, and from heaven arrived,Diana, then, daughter of mighty JoveI deem thee most, for such as hers appearThy form, thy stature, and thy air divine.But if, of mortal race, thou dwell below,Thrice happy then, thy parents I account,And happy thrice thy brethren. Ah! the joy190Which always for thy sake, their bosoms fill,When thee they view, all lovely as thou art,Ent’ring majestic on the graceful dance.But him beyond all others blest I deem,The youth, who, wealthier than his rich compeers,Shall win and lead thee to his honour’d home.For never with these eyes a mortal formBeheld I comparable aught to thine,In man or woman. Wonder-wrapt I gaze.Such erst, in Delos, I beheld a palm200Beside the altar of Apollo, tall,And growing still; (for thither too I sail’d,And num’rous were my followers in a voyageOrdain’d my ruin) and as then I view’dThat palm long time amazed, for never grewSo strait a shaft, so lovely from the ground,So, Princess! thee with wonder I behold,Charm’d into fixt astonishment, by aweAlone forbidden to embrace thy knees,For I am one on whom much woe hath fall’n.210Yesterday I escaped (the twentieth dayOf my distress by sea) the dreary Deep;For, all those days, the waves and rapid stormsBore me along, impetuous from the isleOgygia; till at length the will of heav’nCast me, that I might also here sustainAffliction on your shore; for rest, I think,Is not for me. No. The Immortal GodsHave much to accomplish ere that day arrive.But, oh Queen, pity me! who after long220Calamities endured, of all who liveThee first approach, nor mortal know besideOf the inhabitants of all the land.Shew me your city; give me, although coarse,Some cov’ring (if coarse cov’ringthoucanst give)And may the Gods thy largest wishes grant,House, husband, concord! for of all the giftsOf heav’n, more precious none I deem, than peace’Twixt wedded pair, and union undissolved;Envy torments their enemies, but joy230Fills ev’ry virtuous breast, and most their own.To whom Nausicaa the fair replied.Since, stranger! neither base by birth thou seem’st,Nor unintelligent, (but Jove, the KingOlympian, gives to good and bad alikeProsperity according to his will,And grief to thee, which thou must patient bear,)Now, therefore, at our land and city arrived,Nor garment thou shalt want, nor aught besideDue to a suppliant guest like thee forlorn.240I will both show thee where our city stands,And who dwell here. Phæacia’s sons possessThis land; but I am daughter of their KingThe brave Alcinoüs, on whose sway dependsFor strength and wealth the whole Phæacian race.She said, and to her beauteous maidens gaveInstant commandment—My attendants, stay!Why flee ye thus, and whither, from the sightOf a mere mortal? Seems he in your eyesSome enemy of ours? The heart beats not,250Nor shall it beat hereafter, which shall comeAn enemy to the Phæacian shores,So dear to the immortal Gods are we.Remote, amid the billowy Deep, we holdOur dwelling, utmost of all human-kind,And free from mixture with a foreign race.This man, a miserable wand’rer comes,Whom we are bound to cherish, for the poorAnd stranger are from Jove, and trivial giftsTo such are welcome. Bring ye therefore food260And wine, my maidens, for the guest’s regale,And lave him where the stream is shelter’d most.She spake; they stood, and by each other’s wordsEncouraged, placed Ulysses where the bankO’erhung the stream, as fair Nausicaa bade,Daughter of King Alcinoüs the renown’d.Apparel also at his side they spread,Mantle and vest, and, next, the limpid oilPresenting to him in the golden cruse,Exhorted him to bathe in the clear stream.270Ulysses then the maidens thus bespake.Ye maidens, stand apart, that I may cleanse,Myself, my shoulders from the briny surf,And give them oil which they have wanted long.But in your presence I bathe not, ashamedTo show myself uncloath’d to female eyes.He said; they went, and to Nausicaa toldHis answer; then the Hero in the streamHis shoulders laved, and loins incrusted roughWith the salt spray, and with his hands the scum280Of the wild ocean from his locks express’d.Thus wash’d all over, and refresh’d with oil,He put the garments on, Nausicaa’s gift.Then Pallas, progeny of Jove, his formDilated more, and from his head diffusedHis curling locks like hyacinthine flowers.As when some artist, by Minerva madeAnd Vulcan wise to execute all tasksIngenious, binding with a golden vergeBright silver, finishes a graceful work,290Such grace the Goddess o’er his ample chestCopious diffused, and o’er his manly brows.Retiring, on the beach he sat, with graceAnd dignity illumed, where, viewing him,The virgin Princess, with amazement mark’dHis beauty, and her damsels thus bespake.My white-arm’d maidens, listen to my voice!Not hated, sure, by all above, this manAmong Phæacia’s godlike sons arrives.At first I deem’d him of plebeian sort300Dishonourable, but he now assumesA near resemblance to the Gods above.Ah! would to heaven it were my lot to callHusband, some native of our land like himAccomplish’d, and content to inhabit here!Give him, my maidens, food, and give him wine.She ended; they obedient to her will,Both wine and food, dispatchful, placed, and glad,Before Ulysses; he rapacious ate,Toil-suff’ring Chief, and drank, for he had lived310From taste of aliment long time estranged.On other thoughts meantime intent, her chargeOf folded vestments neat the Princess placedWithin the royal wain, then yoked the mules,And to her seat herself ascending, call’dUlysses to depart, and thus she spake.Up, stranger! seek the city. I will leadThy steps toward my royal Father’s house,Where all Phæacia’s Nobles thou shalt see.But thou (for I account thee not unwise)320This course pursue. While through the fields we pass,And labours of the rural hind, so longWith my attendants follow fast the mulesAnd sumpter-carriage. I will be thy guide.But, once the summit gain’d, on which is builtOur city with proud bulwarks fenced around,And laved on both sides by its pleasant portOf narrow entrance, where our gallant barksLine all the road, each station’d in her place,And where, adjoining close the splendid fane330Of Neptune, stands the forum with huge stonesFrom quarries thither drawn, constructed strong,In which the rigging of their barks they keep,Sail-cloth and cordage, and make smooth their oars;(For bow and quiver the Phæacian raceHeed not, but masts and oars, and ships well-poised,With which exulting they divide the flood)Then, cautious, I would shun their bitter tauntsDisgustful, lest they mock me as I pass;For of the meaner people some are coarse340In the extreme, and it may chance that one,The basest there seeing us shall exclaim—What handsome stranger of athletic formAttends the Princess? Where had she the chanceTo find him? We shall see them wedded soon.Either she hath received some vagrant guestFrom distant lands, (for no land neighbours ours)Or by her pray’rs incessant won, some GodHath left the heav’ns to be for ever hers.’Tis well if she have found, by her own search,350An husband for herself, since she accountsThe Nobles of Phæacia, who her handSolicit num’rous, worthy to be scorn’d—Thus will they speak, injurious. I should blameA virgin guilty of such conduct much,Myself, who reckless of her parents’ will,Should so familiar with a man consort,Ere celebration of her spousal rites.But mark me, stranger! following my advice,Thou shalt the sooner at my father’s hands360Obtain safe conduct and conveyance home.Sacred to Pallas a delightful groveOf poplars skirts the road, which we shall reachEre long; within that grove a fountain flows,And meads encircle it; my father’s farmIs there, and his luxuriant garden plot;A shout might reach it from the city-walls.There wait, till in the town arrived, we gainMy father’s palace, and when reason bidsSuppose us there, then ent’ring thou the town,370Ask where Alcinoüs dwells, my valiant Sire.Well known is his abode, so that with easeA child might lead thee to it, for in noughtThe other houses of our land the houseResemble, in which dwells the Hero, KingAlcinoüs. Once within the court receivedPause not, but, with swift pace advancing, seekMy mother; she beside a column sitsIn the hearth’s blaze, twirling her fleecy threadsTinged with sea-purple, bright, magnificent!380With all her maidens orderly behind.There also stands my father’s throne, on whichSeated, he drinks and banquets like a God.Pass that; then suppliant clasp my mother’s knees,So shalt thou quickly win a glad returnTo thy own home, however far remote.Her favour, once, and her kind aid secured,Thenceforth thou may’st expect thy friends to see,Thy dwelling, and thy native soil again.So saying, she with her splendid scourge the mules390Lash’d onward. They (the stream soon left behind)With even footsteps graceful smote the ground;But so she ruled them, managing with artThe scourge, as not to leave afar, althoughFollowing on foot, Ulysses and her train.The sun had now declined, when in that groveRenown’d, to Pallas sacred, they arrived,In which Ulysses sat, and fervent thusSued to the daughter of Jove Ægis-arm’d.Daughter invincible of Jove supreme!400Oh, hear me! Hear me now, because when erstThe mighty Shaker of the shores incensedToss’d me from wave to wave, thou heard’st me not.Grant me, among Phæacia’s sons, to findBenevolence and pity of my woes!He spake, whose pray’r well-pleas’d the Goddess heard,But, rev’rencing the brother of her sire,24Appear’d not to Ulysses yet, whom hePursued with fury to his native shores.
23In the Original, she calls him, pappa! a more natural stile of address and more endearing. But ancient as this appellative is, it is also so familiar in modern use, that the Translator feared to hazard it.24Neptune.
23In the Original, she calls him, pappa! a more natural stile of address and more endearing. But ancient as this appellative is, it is also so familiar in modern use, that the Translator feared to hazard it.
23In the Original, she calls him, pappa! a more natural stile of address and more endearing. But ancient as this appellative is, it is also so familiar in modern use, that the Translator feared to hazard it.
24Neptune.
24Neptune.