508 THE SPORT OF FORTUNE. 



To Styx's drear abode ; 

 For he hath led a life of toil and pain. 

 May the juft gods repay his undeferved woe I 



Ye goddeffes revered, who dwell 

 Beneath the earth deep hid ; and thou, 



Who, barking from thy gloomy cave, 

 Unconquer'd Cerberus, guardft the gods below. 



On thee, o fon of Tartarus, we call, 

 JFor thou art ever wakeful, lead, o lead 



To thy dark manhons this unhappy ftxanger f 



On which he fubjoihs the following note : Goddefs in- 

 vifible, &c] This is the fourth fong, or intermede of 

 the chorus, who, perceiving that the death of CEdipus 

 is unavoidable, and every moment to be expected, put 

 up their prayers to the infernal powers for his eafy and 

 peaceful departure. The original conlifrs, like the 

 other chorufTes, of ffcrophe and antiftrophe : I have 

 taken the liberty to throw the whole into one irregular 

 ode, of varied meafures without rhyme. 



THE SPORT OF FORTUNE. 

 AN ANECDOTE TAKEN FROM A REAL HISTORY. 



A LOYSIUS was the fon of an officer in the 

 fervice of a german prince ; and his good natural talents 

 were unfolded and cultivated by a liberal education. 

 Being frill very young, but fraught with much fubftan- 

 tial knowledge, he entered into the military fervice of 



his 



