ILLUSTRATIONS. 



MOPSUS. 



CELADON, MOPSUS, CHROMIS, IOLAS, 

 CELADOX. 



Come tell me, Mopsus, (since, as JEgon Says, 

 Tlie storm at Bauli kept you fourteen days,) 

 How you and Chromis, and lolas, fared, , 



While all his rage the furious south prepared. 

 Did you, while he insulted sea and waves, 

 Find any pastime in your dreary caves? 



Mopsis. 



What could our muses, Celadon, perform, 

 Listless and torpid, midst the roaring storm ? 

 While conchs untouched escaped our active hands, 

 And crabs eight footed safely kept the sands. 

 Our boat was lodged in safety high ashore, 

 Our nets extended hung from oar to oar j 

 Beneath our feet the hooks and baskets lay, 

 And rods, and seines, and weirs obstruct our way 



Then Chromis fine Inarime snrvey'd j 

 From you our skiff came hither, grieved he said 5 

 (Ah, hapless exile) while our sovereign's cause 

 His youthful bands beyond the^ ocean draws. 

 One war despatched, another soon begins, 

 And lands remote the king victorious wins. 

 He thunders where Liguria's rocks abound, 

 And where the peaked Stcechades are found. 

 Beyond the Rhodanus our legions shone, 

 (I think Amilcon said it was the Rhone,) 

 Beheld the strand where ocean swells his tide, 

 And banks from which blue britons were descried 

 Who, when the water ebbs, (if fame speaks true,) 

 Catch fish in plenty left exposed tojview. ' 



