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FOURTH a nd mirth. In the mornings the ladies played 



JOURNEY. 



and sang for us ; and the evenings were generally 



enlivened with the merry dance. Here I bade 

 farewell to the charming family, in whose com- 

 pany I had passed so many happy days, and 

 proceeded to Albany. 



The stage stopped a little while in the town 

 Troy, of Troy. The name alone was quite sufficient 

 to recall to the mind scenes long past and gone. 

 Poor king Priam! Napoleon's sorrows, sad and 

 piercing as they were, did not come up to those 

 of this ill-fated monarch. The Greeks first set 

 his town on fire, and then began to bully : 



" Incensa Danai dominantur in urbe." 



One of his sons was slain before his face ; " ante 

 ora parentum, concidit." Another was crushed 

 to mummy by boa constrictors ; " immensis or- 

 bibus angues." His city was rased to the ground, 

 " jacet Ilion ingens." And Pyrrhus ran him 

 through with his sword, " capulo tenus abdidit 

 ensem." This last may be considered as a for- 

 tunate stroke for the poor old king. Had his 

 life been spared at this juncture, he could not 

 have lived long. He must have died broken- 

 hearted. He would have seen his son-in-law, 

 once master of a noble stud, now, for want of 

 a horse, obliged to carry off his father, up hill, 

 on his own back, " cessi et sublato, montem 

 genitore petivi." He would have heard of his 



